Ript.

Will your name be the last I utter from my lips? (yes)
I have lived in service of lust, treating my well-being like a god,
(Never goddess, there’s a difference)
I can’t seem to stop in desperation
And though I wish they were fewer, those silent screams
They are as much my universe as your long remembered touch

Oh how I broke myself against you, like water to rock.
A fool’s gold quarry, split and shiny but worthless

Despite this death you brought
I will love you in multitudes of forever.
But remain quiet longer.