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you'll be the death of me

Bethany Fischer
He never requests that my whole becomes any smaller than I am,
But when you look into his eyes you can tell there are days where I’m just too much for him. 
He never makes me feel like I’m taking up too much space, 
But the bags under his eyes tell me I am taking too much from him. 
This is what a selfless man looks like. 

The way he carries his pain under one arm and my baggage under the other,
And then silences every crack his bones make, screaming for less weight.
This is what a selfless man sounds like. 

The way he holds me when my words push him away,
And his warm breath on my neck reminds my lungs to move my chest.
This is what a selfless man feels like. 

​And I am what kills selfless men.
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