Blush of your beauty

floats above me

flamed blades sigh

in my frozen grip

        murdered by my shadow

        walking behind you

black wine blood

flies on stained clothes

as my knife turns

soap opera of passion

        murdered by my shadow

        walking behind you

silhouette in the night

you are mine forever

your life slashed

on blistered wind

        murdered by my shadow

        walking behind you

deadened grey skies

red hands dripping lust

eyes crimson coals of fire

banished from my world

        murdered by my shadow

        walking behind you

little pearls

of scattered necklace

bruised slashes

in dark night

all that remains

of your beauty.

        murdered by my shadow

        walking behind you

Is this the end?

As you straddle me and tighten your hands around my neck, I look up at you with tears leaking out of my eyes. 

I do not struggle.

"I'm sorry," you sob, "But I have to do this. I have to kill you." I have no air left, so I simply smile up at you, my own brand of reassurance.

The world fades out...

The last thing I see is your tormented face. With a final burst of vitality, I caress your face and whisper that you are still the most beautiful person I have ever seen, and that I will always love you.

I am gone-

Do you know what heartbreak tastes like?

I doubt you do.

You collect hearts like trophies. Frame them over your bedroom door-for everyone who has entered and inevitably left. And you don't care much for competing. Or even winning, for that matter. But you love your trophies.

You collect hearts like trophies, and you pride yourself on never losing yours.

So I doubt you know what heartbreak tastes like. Because in order to feel that sort of pain you need to feel that sort of love

So let me tell you.

It tastes like your name.

I just can't get myself to stop saying it.

It tastes like the bitter after notes of the drink you thought would be sweet.

It tastes like salt-from choking back tears and biting down on your lip so hard you can taste the metallic red.

But most of all it tastes like your name.

Oh because even as you killed me you were so beautiful.

Blood dripping from every wound

From every wound of my heart

I took a step

My final step off the edge

Clenching his last words

His last words that ended my life

My life that finished that day

That day when the clouds fell in

Fell in behind me as I jumped

I jumped and only he knew why

You knew you were my one reason to live

To live content beneath your shadow

Your immense and beautiful smile

Even as you killed me you were so beautiful

I pictured your lips uttering the words

The words which led me to the river

This dirty river that is now my grave

My grave as cold as your love for me

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Even as you killed me, you were so beautiful... Your eyes though they were now devoid of emotion still reminded me of the day we met. I had been trying to reach the container of ice cream on highest shelf at the market and you had gotten it for me. I had looked up into your face and your eyes had shined with amusement as you handed me my ice cream. Your lips now slightly pursed in concentration reminded me of the first time you kissed me. We had been walking through the park searching for my scarf I had dropped somewhere. We were laughing at something you said and the wind was freezing cold on our skin. You had leaned in and my eyes had fluttered shut and our lips had met and I could've sworn I felt the sparks of emotion dancing around as we relished in the other's presence. Your breath coming in slightly strained pants at the effort you're currently exerting reminded me of the first time we made love. You had been adamant that we make our first time special. You wanted to make love to me not just fuck. I remember your body hovering slightly above mine as you kissed my neck and told me how you thought I was beautiful. The explosion of emotion when we climaxed together and the feeling of complete ecstasy that came from giving everything you had to the one you love. Looking up at you now with your hands around my neck, I wonder when that love left you. I wonder if you still think I'm beautiful even as you're strangling me. I can't help but tell myself you still love me and with that desperate wish in mind I can die smiling because even killing me, you look so perfect.

You was a different breed of beauty. Your golden locks ran down your back like a calming waterfall. Your green eyes held a promise of everything ever dreamed about. Your pink lips smiled at me. They showed me my fantasies.

With only a look my way you was breaking me. Have you ever fallen in love over a look? I have. That day you pointed your emerald eyes in my direction, I fell head over heels.

You knew. You probably knew even before I did. And you used my love as a weapon. You teased me in ways I thought were impossible. My devotion made me an object. Your object. I was yours, even before I was mine.

 For years and years, you promised me a love that was never given. But I stayed beside you through everything. Every weapon you threw, I let strike me. 

Because I believed it pleased you. So I stayed. I allowed everything you did because your beauty had captured me and held me prisoner in iron chains.

I'd never break free.

I would never want to.

Even though you wasn't mine, I was yours, and that was enough.

Angels wouldn't compare to you. Magic wouldn't ever make me believe you were bad.

Even as you killed me, you were so beautiful...

I would do everything all over again.

Even knowing how it ended. 

I would still be yours.

A microbiologist by design

Studier of the smallest organisms

The bacteria, the amoeba, the viruses

I admired your delicacy

Your intricacy

Your ability to change and

Evade defenses

To become something different

Something more

With each reproductive cycle

Until all the weapons

In our medical arsenal

Were unable to stop you

Wherever you'd go

You'd think that now,

Infected as I am

That I would rage and scream

And despise your very existence

But it is quite the contrary

Even as you kill me

You are still

So beautiful to me

Our relationship

But a microcosm

Of the forces of nature

Constantly at work

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I scream seeing you stabbing my sister.

Your eyes flash. My mind drowns in the memory of the first time I saw you look at me. Those beautiful eye I found comfort in now screamed with hate.

"Why? WHY ARE YOU HERE?"

In this moment, I knew we were both thinking of the first time we saw each other's eyes.

The air seemed to turn to dust and everything remaining in my lungs was vacuumed out. This couldn't be real. Reality had to be fantasy.

Your glassy eyes brim with tears.

"DAMN YOU."

You throw your body against mine leaving no room between the wall and your warm body. The heat consumes me. The room seems to rise in temperature as you stare at me while panting deeply. Your body seems so stern yet your eye shake with weakness. I can breath again. Your lips gently met mine,leaving all thoughts behind. 

Pain

Slowly, I look down.My breath gets more shallow as the moments drag by. Your knife seem to do the opposite. It goes deeper as seconds go by. I readjust my eyes on you. 

Focusing is a lot more difficult when you're bleeding out. 

As close as you were, you were still able to lean in and whisper in my ear

"I love you."

A black ring surrounds me. Confused and tired, my unfocused eyes turn into tunnel vision. 

Beautiful, glassy, green, blue, grey eyes. 

Even as you killed me,

You were so beautiful.

I never needed to worry,

Nor sleep fretful,

About the climax of my soul into Heaven AFTER death;

My death WAS Heaven.

I writhed with painful pleasure, purring to the pulse of death through my veins, draining into my last breath...

To die plugged into you, oh woman!

Electric currents throbbing through the two of us, clamping your legs tighter than ever before around me, 

Thundering through me, my hands clenching your knuckles, my cock piercing you like lightning pierces the sky,

As our bodies burn together, smoldering, the most erotic necrotic tantalizing aroma arising, like the scent of Arizona after a stormy rain, painful expressions of the purest pleasure and beguiling beauty arc across our faces as my death discharges into you...and together we die.

My heart is stretched

as you pulled me right and left

skin torn at the seams

too weak for this, I mean

I never felt this way

I never felt this pain

always the one who loses

What did you ever gain?

Covered in purple bruises

And I wonder how I’m sane?

I don’t know what I did

Why do I still apologize?

I‘m the one that’s in pain

So why do I see hurt in your eyes?

They told me you were no good

Why can’t I see through your disguise?

I’m the one who escaped

so why do I feel left behind?