Unwanted Lover

Death. My Unwanted Lover I know him by name and I've seen all his faces as beautiful as they are they always remined me of a time when it wasn't worth living and breathing was replaced by grieving He was my closest friend and he understood me because we shared the same feelings he told me he wanted what I wanted when I was born he held me in his arms whispering promises to me telling me of all times that he would visit me but I could never remember Since I was born my life was promised to him that he would be the death of me I wish I would have known that he was never my lover but the grief in so many others

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