Love Song

[heslopian]

I still recall the first time this strange heart
swelled, like a hollow apple filled with
poison, and caused more pain than my indulgence
ever did, the attacks and palpitations unique.

you sat behind me and I looked the other way,
I relished the rare kisses your voice left soft
upon my neck, of course beyond the realisation
that they were killing me, slowly, like morphine.

but the truth dawned sooner than I thought,
cursed sunbeam through the fine gray mesh…

I could not have you, so I killed you in verse
and rhyme, hacked you into pieces with my
pen and buried the remains, beneath the silent
grave of some shop bought empty page.