You think he's what makes the sun shine,
But darling,
He's not.
He's what makes your eyes tear
And your cuts bleed.
He's the thoughts in your head
That rip you apart
And, my god,
I know you love him
But he's killing you
YOU ARE READING
A poem for death
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