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I loved her.
I still do,
Even as her chainsaw pierces my chest.
She taught me so much.
I didn’t know death could be so beautiful
Until I met her.
Covered in blood.
She was like a goddess,
Come to collect tribute.
I understood her anger crystal clear
I made her dress as a man.
Made her look like a male in the mirror,
For two whole years.
Together the two of us cried
Broken tears.
For what was lost
And biologically not given.
My love.
It’s alright.
Know that you are already forgiven.
I don’t think she’s realized,
I’ve known all along
I’ve been living on borrowed time.
I lost it as I committed sin after sin.
The clock didn’t stop,
It continued to chime.
Things I never got to tell her,
Words I never got to say.
I fall to the ground,
And my chest is a churned mess.
I try to force words past my lips
That for this I understand,
And don’t love her any less.
I knew the love of a woman.
Who was so much more then Vincent,
And all the other men.
What else can I say?
But that she made me love red again.