Your Grief Kills Me

I would rip this tattered heart,

Bare-handed from my chest,

Then shred it down in pieces,

Until there’s nothing left.

I’d destroy my very being,

To see a smile dawn your face,

And stop my lungs from breathing,

To free you from my embrace.

So wrap your loving hands,

Gently ’round my neck.

Then push your fingers into bone,

Don’t stop with my last breath.

Be sure all of me is gone,

Before with relief you sigh.

‘Cause if I were to see your grief,

well then I’d surely die.