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Mine

October 29, 2025
By amante_mouse BRONZE, Windermere, Florida
amante_mouse BRONZE, Windermere, Florida
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I come to bury him

Not to praise him


I sharpen my dagger

To kill him in his love

So we can stay this way forever


I need us to stay this way forever

I need my love to live

I need thy love to  live

I need thee to die

So that I may live 


Sever thy chest

Open thy body to me

Carve my name into thy rib

That I may fill my rightful place

As thy mate in soul and body


In Heaven

In the eyes of God, glory be

I adore thee

Pure, besotted, rid of agony


In Hell

Where God alone hears my screams

I offer thee my self

Pained as I may be


In thy grave

In the dirt where hearts go to rot

I give thee mine

So thine is not forgot


I come to bury thee

Not to praise thee


Sweet nothings mean nothing

In the eyes of eternity

In my eyes, thou art life

In my soul, thou art sustenance 


Til death do us part

I’ve heard these lies

Even in death

Thou art mine


The author's comments:

Grappling with the complexities between life and death, love and loss. Faced with inevitable mortality, this poem offers an innovative perspective, suggesting that true love knows no physical realm, that obsession and devotion--nearing masochism-- will live on even in death. 


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