Gone

I would be fine now if you’d have

taken an arm from me,

there’s no need for one that would never

hold or defend you again

how much better it would have been

if you’d have taken a leg,

it’s not like they’ll ever walk beside you

or retrace footsteps across a dead world

what a world it would be if you’d

have ripped out my eyes or off my ears,

then I’d be grateful to damn the senses

that are damned to be without

breath for lacking lungs,

peace in a roiling stomach,

thoughts stumbling across fissures

in a hollow brain cracking

without connection from

the part I valued most,

my heart,

the only thing you deemed worth taking

breaking the only lingering thing that made you,

You

and me,

Me.

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