A Thousand Deaths: The Curse Of Betrayal Poem by Jaypee Belarmino

For it was when your love died
that my entirety that feeds
on your soul
ascended to greater heights -
as the pain bleeds even
in the most fragile blinks
of my eyes.
The worst tragedy in life
is not death;
Betrayal is.
It takes the form of a thousand deaths.

But if my death
frees me from what is ethereal,
from my existence which is temporal,
from breathing that breathes
the signs of the material -

Or, if my death reincarnates me
as a free breathing spirit,
and allows me to smell
the rain with the vigor of a new life
as it moist drops on my skin -

then,

let me have you.
let me have death;


and for the wonders of life
that death may bring -
let me start
loving and living.
again. untamed, unafraid and unconquered.