I'd much rather be the one to die
than for someone I love to perish
and for me to live on;
though not due to anything about myself
and not because I'm selfless or kind and giving,
simply because I would be more shattered by their death than my own.
I can't bring myself to regret that I feel so,
because the rush of caring for one so is worth it.
I say this because I honestly care about them more than myself
and I haven't found that to be the norm.
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ŞiirI write because emotion spills out of me. This is a collection of my poems and other writing. "My words are tiny pieces of me, each one specially woven just for you. And I will give, and give, and give, and give, until I am nothing and I become your...
