Poem Five-Hundred-Eight

Dear Newest Victim

I would fall to the ends of the earth
To collect enough coal to keep you warm,
And do not for a minute underestimate my
Determination to keep you alive in such an icy storm.

I would give you my very soul just to
Ensure that you sleep comfortably through
The night, just to ensure that you could rise
Again and be able to take on that every struggling fight.

And that was why I took the gun, my love.

I had been unable
To stop myself from
Simply letting you tear
Out my heart.

Please forgive me
For this, Unsmiling One,
But I could not live with
Another broken heart.
     

Sincerely,
Your Villain