White Flag

I raise my sword to the sky
And stab out our love in my heart,
Blood drips that contains memories that are us but me,
Tears that are all of you fall down my face and I behold your reflection
In my mirror-
Love killed by the breath that gave it life,
I do not want to breathe with my lungs
After experiencing the breath of my heart-
Your soul,
I will love you even after the end of love,
And me.

poem by Isunge Mwangase
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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