I Offered Him Forever

Poem by: hullabaloo22

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I Offered Him Forever

I offered him my heart

with the whisper of ‘Forever’ on my lips.

And I meant it.

He was welcome to it all -

my eternity -

for I could not countenance a life without him.

He looked at me and his eyes glinted,

not with love but with violence.

My hands shook as I held out my pulsating heart

until, with a move so swift

he wrenched it from my grip

and he gripped it and grasped it

then tore it into shreds of blood-soaked muscle.

Tossing the pieces down to the ground

he laughed at my pain,

at my disbelief as he stooped to wipe his hands,

ridding himself of any particle of me.

“No thanks, love. No offence but I don’t want you.”

He turned his back on my silent scream

that passed through air to aether.

Rifling through the pebbles, sifting through the earth,

I searched for those savaged strips of muscle

and I gathered them and fashioned them into a gory mess.

I will shed no tears for him

but instead I will pledge myself to another.

I’ll give him my eternity,

with forever on my lips,

and this time I have no doubt that he’ll accept.

A doomed romance of a different sort,

for my new-found love is waiting to gather me to him

and to hold on tight

with bone-white fingers.

Neither of us breathe for we have no need of breath

for the lover I’m embracing

is called Death.

Submitted: February 14, 2021

Poetry love dark romance gothic eternity

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Donald Harry Roberts

Sun, February 14th, 2021 7:20pm

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Thanks, DH!

Wed, February 17th, 2021 6:37am

Steven P. Pody

Loverly sentiment for Valentine's Day... Your case of despair is well and comprehensively stated, if a tad bit graphic. As a stand-alone work, everything flows in a fine lyric structure, but perhaps you'd consider a multi-part cycle for eventual issuance: Abandonment and despair, reflection and resolve, and a final part of inner strength and personal triumph over both rejection and the failed allure of death's embrace. Nobody puts Baby in a corner...

Sun, February 14th, 2021 7:53pm

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Hmm! That's an interesting thought, Steven. I did write a sequel to another poem - Your Voodoo Spell was the original, followed by Pinwielder - but it never really worked out as I planned.
I'm not saying I won't though, and it wasn't personal.
Thanks so much for reading and commenting, I really appreciate it.

Wed, February 17th, 2021 6:36am

Mike S.

I wrote a song called 'I Promise You Forever' for my ex--turns out forever wasn't even ten years; excellent, Hull

Sun, February 14th, 2021 8:43pm

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Offering forever never works out, Mike.

Mon, February 15th, 2021 12:04pm

88 fingers

Very good and very sad in the same.

Sun, February 14th, 2021 10:45pm

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Thanks so much for giving it a read, 88.

Mon, February 15th, 2021 12:01pm

Stellanotte

I often think about how, in another time, the failure of a romance really was a death sentence for women. In our time it certainly can still feel that way. The way you turned the story at the end is very clever.

Sun, February 14th, 2021 11:37pm

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Thank you so much for both reading and taking the time to comment. Much appreciated.