Within you I saw my death

The very day in which

You unstrung my heart and tied it to your own.

Then the moment I pushed you away

in fear

Your heart became soggy,

overripe with syrupy sweet love,

heavy with its own juice,

it fell.

Disfigured and dying

it beat your pulse,

pushing the tears out.

So there you cry,

heart sickly bleeding and beating

And here I cry,

inside,

Wanting to lay my hands to your face

and tell you I only want to protect you.

When within you I saw my death,

I knew you had both heart and soul.

And when you leave,

whether by spirit or will,

I will have my death

And you my soul.