Such a beautiful tragedy it is to be destroyed by someone you love
Because you'd be confused how to react, questioning even after everything you still weren't enough
Should I be concerned for the pain it's giving me in my chest
Or the blood stains lingering on his shirt baring his vest
Do I feel unlucky and cursed because the one I loved was a traitor
Or feel lucky, because how many people did have chance to die from the love they always thought was greater
If I think about that it's a happily tragic ending
Because I did die from his hands but the promises are still pending
Promises of protection, promises of always saving my life
When he was the one holding the sharp poisonous knife
How do you react under such circumstances
Do you hate them, adore them or convince yourself for second chances
Are you supposed to be happy you got killed by their hands or blame yourself
Are you supposed to tell him you loved him or be heartbroken because afterall he was to whom you turned for help
Oh to be so selflessly in love that you still want to give them another chance
Oh to still yearn for their glance
Oh to still want them to push your hair strands
Oh to be able to die in your lover's hands
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