Death of Her


His presence was suffocating.
And instead of fighting it,
She embraced it.
She welcomed the oblivion that would come,
The darkness that followed,
With open arms and a devious smile.

She welcomed him,
With open arms and a devious smile.
Her oblivion.
Her darkness.
Because his love was, and always would be,
The death of her.
And she would meet her demise happily,
If it meant knowing his love.

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