if

if –

if words will become
the death of me then
i’ll gladly kill myself
just to whisper a thousand
"i love you’s"

if only silence was enough
then i wouldn’t have to
scream your name

if only hearts beat
at the right side
then i wouldn’t
be so broken

if death just keeps on repeating itself
then it is an endless cycle
of lost souls
not meant

if tragedies weren’t so poetic
then i wouln’t have to bleed
just to know if i’m still
alive.

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