People can do worse things than kill you.
They can love you whole-heartedly,
Love you kindly,
Love you sweetly.
They can open doors for you and ask you to text when you get home safe.
People can do worse things than kill you.
They can be too good to be true.
Remembering your birthday or bring you flowers on a random day.
They can smile at you brightly, the kind that reaches their eyes.
People can do worse things than love you,
They can hide you away, behind walls no one else would know to climb.
They can tell you sweet things and lie through their teeth, all for their enjoyment.
People can do worse things than love you.
They could hold you close, but keep you far, something available at their convenience.
They could share a life with you, but never dream of what could be with you.
There are worse things than being killed, and there are worse things than being loved, there is the possibility to be killed by love.
To die passionately, harmoniously, romantically.
To have your soul crushed by every kiss, touch and thought.
To have your mind know nothing of anything except this moment.
Consumed in every way, and lost to the world, never to be again.
As it stands now, it’s all a game of love and loss anyways, so I choose to get lost in love.
A Series of Observations 
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Fantastic work, loved this!
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Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it ❤
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