Take My Love

Take my love before you leave;

Discard it if you must,

But know it stretches far beyond

The intensity of lust.

In just one moment, you'll be gone,

But human you are still.

Therefore, you deserve all the love

Bequeathed in any will.

Notes

Take My Love was written as a goodbye to someone who was leaving the "online world," in a manner of speaking. As romantic as this poem ended up being, she and I never really had a romantic experience together. Later on, I found out that she never actually left, and had just moved to a different account so that she'd be away from people she did want to talk to. She said that she needed to get away from these people in order to get better, but when I met her again, she seemed to have only gotten worse.

It's been a long time since then, and I barely remember, let alone miss her. For a while, I missed the way she acted before she "left." She was caring on the surface, even if she denied it and acted out, but in hindsight it's clear that the niceness was only present because she was on painkillers. When the meds wore off, she turned back into an apathetic cunt.