Read Wuthering Heights, or you'll have no clue why I wrote this. Also, because it's the most amazingly beautifully tragically amazingly (etc. ) dark romance to have ever existed. This poem is Heathcliff pleading with the dead Katherine.

DARKLING ASKING

Everything inside this
empty heart spilled out
to chase after you.

I can't die,
please come to me.
I can't let go,
please come to me.

Haunt me!
Damn you!

In the kirkyard,
I heard you calling
and I dared to venture.

Haunt me!
Damn you!

Your face won't leave.
I cannot live
without my love and soul.

I can't die,
please come to me.
I can't let go,
please come to me.

Across the moors,
I've heard you crying.
Forgive me, love,
for pushing you away.

Haunt me!
Damn you!

There is no reprieve
in the flat pleasure
of vengeance.

You must hear me calling.
Why won't you return?

I can't die,
please come to me.
I can't let go,
please come to me.

Haunt me!

Please.