don't go, sweetheart.

It’s just so hard, sweetheart.
And I’m sorry,
that we are designed to be so selfish.

But our bodies scream in defiance
and no matter how long we hold our breath
our mouths will always open-
in the end.

And gasping,
air will rush into insolent lungs.

It’s just so hard, sweetheart,
to ignore the screaming now.

The ancient roar of instincts
demanding I keep you here.

My body aches in protest
My mind pushes thoughts
and presses words to my lips
‘Ask him to stay’.

But the part of you, that you have given me,
Sits in confident fortitude
Forever safe in knowing that
I could never try.

It sleeps soundly in the knowledge
that even now-
I shall be my own, armed enemy,
before I am ever yours.