I would not die for you.
I would not take a bullet
that was meant for your heart.
never.
but i would die
with you.
i would take the cyanide with you
and wash it down with a kiss
of yours.
so we could die together
so our last breaths
could wander Elysium together
hand in hand
shivering together on cold mornings
and sipping coffee
quietly by candlelight
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