Beloved Leech

A small poem

Your Beloved leech



I sit upon your neck and drink

All I can consume

You caress, and smile, and hold me high

All the while I bleed you dry

For I am your beloved leech



You gladly feed me every drop

I try to take only what I need

You assure me that youâre doing fine

I should be grateful, I should not whine

For I am your beloved leech



I do not wish to seal your fate

It is you I love and admire

To stop I truly try

Without your blood Iâd surely die

For I am your beloved leech



I only wish to let go

And stop this vampiric act

But I am yours, and you feed me still

I am rotten, and only make you ill

For I am your beloved leech



But If I were to stop

And end this pointless cycle

You would call me selfish

Even if your life is no longer hellish

You would lose your beloved leech