with you.
Your arms:
warm,
comforting.
You invited me in.
I couldn't resist.
I put my feet up,
sat by the fire,
enjoyed the view...
But you broke it.
The house
became a monster.
It self-consumed.
It killed itself.
Our love is
suicide.
And you're just
worth too much
in the end.
So, I'll just
toss you aside,
and cry.
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