You Let Me Kill You Quickly

From the ancient suburbs of Damascus

And the new town far across the outskirts

To the hellish wasteland at the ends of the city



I would have slowly loved you —

But you let me kill you quickly



The crimson streaks poured your soul’s fuel and it drenched

Your face, my hands, the bed sheets, the floor

A memory was drawn, of two souls no more



I would have slowly healed you —

But you let me kill you quickly



Jealousy, pain, an emptiness, and a break of the heart

With a sharpened steel you spared yourself of these – you did

Had you have stayed



I would have slowly killed you —

But you let me kill you quickly

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