If I cannot have thee
what life is there to live?
For thou has woven thous way into my heart
with thous pointed needle and thread.
At last, I give hand my love to thee
only to be struck by mine and thous fate.
Death knocks on my door
the woeful cries of the sickening, hard-hearted beast inside.
If thou mustn't be with me
Then nowhere shall I belong without thee.
My heart; a beaten, blackened, broken sorrow
While thous is living, brilliant, and luminous like the stars.
I cry to thee
Nocturnal weeps against my bedding.
Timeless, countless, staggering, solitary hours
Sobbing to thee and blubbering to us and what we could have been.
Love; a dagger
A weapon to be used
Lovely but deadly on thous enemies.
Tell me what love is to thee
As thou twists the dagger into my heart.
Show me the love thou give
As thou slain me to a corpse.
May God love thou more than myself
Treasure you to the gates of the angels.
For I could not provide thee with such joyous prizes
Or give life to thou and the universe.
My love, know the love and strength I present
For these may be our last moments in this lifetime.
Thou is my everything and thou is my guiding light
If I cannot have thee
what life is there to live?
--jj
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Poems
PoetryAs you have read from the title, this'll be a bunch of my own poems! There is a lot of triggers so read at ur own risk lmao. Some are based off of how I feel and what has happened to me and some are simply made up.
