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Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #2211983
Is love worth it? Maybe. Maybe not. Is death worth it? Maybe. Maybe not.
Some fear dying alone;
I don't.
I could wake up here,
or not.
Wouldn't matter if I had no words
to say how I felt.
I have them now and you don't
notice at all.

If I could take you to bed and leave,
I wouldn't.
I know I could tell you to leave
even if I shouldn't.

You can't hold your breath when you sleep;
I tried.
If I told you I did it anyway, would you...
would you know I lied?
I don't fear dying alone, as much
as I do with you.
Dying with you was something
I never planned to do.

If I could take you to bed and leave,
I wouldn't.
If I had the chance to wake you, I
know I shouldn't.

Every waking hour is a reminder
that I'm not of your kind.

There are days that go by
where you're on the outskirts of my mind.
My life is passing by
and you're circling the roundabouts
         of my highway, waving hi.
This isn't the life we planned.
God damn.
It's not a mere circumstance.
It's how we landed.

If I could take you to bed and leave,
I should.
You don't wanna die next to me
as I die alone.

         39 lines, "The Body Of My Lover from "World By Design
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