If.

If  I could,

I would hold you until my arms fell off,

and even then I'd hold you until I died,

and as my last breath passed my lips,

I'd hold your scent on my skin.

If it was up to me,

I'd never let you go,

but my hands hurt now

from holding so desperately to this rope,

and I think,

that if it was up to you,

you'd

just

leave.

The End

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