I think about dying all the time
of pulling someone from harms way
of rushing into burning buildings
of leaping, fearless, to a blissful, merciful end
I think of dying
because death, to me, is much less scary
than the fear of living with disappointment.
What if i hold on to you
what if you let go
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Poems from a cynical girl who fell in love
PoetryThe first year of being married to the only boy whose smile made my stomach flutter.