Dying Thoughts

Even as you killed me, you were so beautiful... Your eyes though they were now devoid of emotion still reminded me of the day we met. I had been trying to reach the container of ice cream on highest shelf at the market and you had gotten it for me. I had looked up into your face and your eyes had shined with amusement as you handed me my ice cream. Your lips now slightly pursed in concentration reminded me of the first time you kissed me. We had been walking through the park searching for my scarf I had dropped somewhere. We were laughing at something you said and the wind was freezing cold on our skin. You had leaned in and my eyes had fluttered shut and our lips had met and I could've sworn I felt the sparks of emotion dancing around as we relished in the other's presence. Your breath coming in slightly strained pants at the effort you're currently exerting reminded me of the first time we made love. You had been adamant that we make our first time special. You wanted to make love to me not just fuck. I remember your body hovering slightly above mine as you kissed my neck and told me how you thought I was beautiful. The explosion of emotion when we climaxed together and the feeling of complete ecstasy that came from giving everything you had to the one you love. Looking up at you now with your hands around my neck, I wonder when that love left you. I wonder if you still think I'm beautiful even as you're strangling me. I can't help but tell myself you still love me and with that desperate wish in mind I can die smiling because even killing me, you look so perfect.