Poetry

I must
assassin your love; 
It crawls
inside me like blood floating the veins,
It captures
my soul in the cave of your eyes,
It holds my
heart in your cruel detention,
I must then
fight and beat you;
Until no
trace of you remains inside me,
I must
eradicate your painful roots,
and
eliminate the memories of your smell and touch,
I must not
surrender to your hands,
I must
rescue myself to survive.