I was expected to hold up the sky,
Stay waist-deep, buried in the earth,
And look like Adonis everyday.
You wanted a spectacle,
Sunny-eyed bright smile,
A jawline that framed a handsome grin
You had me run for miles
in 100 degree heat,
Build legs that never falter,
Arms that could carry you across a desert.
But it wasn’t enough.
And *that’s* how you killed me.
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