Man to my left

by KindledWrath

A response poem to Flower of my right. Marco speaks of his death and the pain and fear that he felt. But instead of feeling conflicted he has accepted it and wishes in his own time Jean will accept his death too. He's of parting words to his lover are to help the pain sting bit less, because once the sadness disappear happiness of the good times is all that will remain.

Responds poem to flower on my right

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It is dark where I am, not the environment just my heart. It was lonely and red but also very dark. With screams in the distance I just hoped they weren't yours. People were going to die, I knew that but it had to be me? Without a kiss or a smile that's the way it had to be. How painful it was to die all alone! Where's Jean! Where Armin! Help I'm all alone! My screams were pointless my savoir never came just the sky, me and my attacker could ever testify to that day. The pain ripped through me but it was the coldness that made me limb, drowning in my own blood as my body groaned and hissed. When it did stop I was no longer one of this world, the world we share is now the world you share. But I am not sad and you can't be either, you brought me a flower how nice and it's my favourite. From above I watch you plant it, reminds me of our love. You cry too much, look at me I'm not sad, you keep coming to visit and that makes me glad. I wish you were here but please don't rush to your death. I need you to carry not for me but for yourself, my flame has been snuff out but yours continues to glow. I'd tell you not to fight with Eren but I know you still will, so instead I will tell you this, please do it on your next visit. Don't weep just laugh, instead of frowning try rejoicing, reminiscing years of happiness I got to share with you. Treasure it and keep it close and kiss that planted flower before you go. You never got to say good bye that's a lie are you blind I'm still here! I am that flower to you right and you are the man to my left. But still I have to tell you it is my turn to whisper….don't cry.

Marco Bott