The love, I loved.

As I lay on the ground,
Darkness encasing my existence,
Taking in the reality,
My reason to live wearying,
Refusing to let go, dying,
You're still are my last request,
Your soul shattering stare,
And your sparkling brown eyes,
Your smell that still lingers on,
Reminds me of my regret,
Being so blind even as you stabbed me,
Stripping me of what I had,
Pretended that I was all you ever wanted,
But it was all in my head,
Drawing in my last breath,
Watching you leave me for the dead,
Making it clear as the white moon above,
I lost the love I loved the most.