This morning I woke next to your body;

I analysed the altitude of your every breath

Before I went to the kitchen.

I could see your slumbering body from where I stood

While I calculated my objectivity, 

And persuaded myself that this vacuum state of mind

Was a pathetic way to get high.

I overdosed on placebo

And spliced my priorities;

I brewed you a pot of sehnsucht*

And crawled back into bed.

I trailed my fingers through your hair,

Over your face;

I wrote a suicide note on your chest with my lips...

 

It's mid-March - 

I pursue my death

 

 

 

* Longing