PRINXIETY ONESHOTS

Why do you love me? (A poem of hurt)

I'm sorry for this...  (trigger warning)
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why do you love me?
I'm no hero
My inner beauty is a flatlined zero
The worlds getting heavy,
It's getting harder to breathe
I don't exist other than to please
You were my sun,
But I couldn't be your moon.
I'm sorry I'm leaving so very soon.
My place in the world has been comprised,
But I'm not surprised.
Being creative was a tedious task,
Crying and hiding, wearing a mask.
But I know I'm not the only one to hurt,
That's why I'm insignificant,
Like a single grain of dirt.
I'm sorry I lived,
But I'm glad I've died.
Now you know how I feel inside.
You won't be to sad I'm gone, I can tell,
Because you're not the type of person to dwell.
I don't deserve your care,
Please move on,
Like I was never even there.
My body was not made to last,
My blood is draining fast,
I'm sorry about our past,
But it's all over now.
Tell the sides I'll miss them,
I'm on my final breath,
Goodbye world,
I'm greeted by death.

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The bathtub turns a crimson shade of red, the slits on romans wrists are deep and gory, shocking an unassuming Virgil walking into the bathroom. He cries for a while, but he's soon run dry, and sitting there on the cool, bloodstained tile, lied the final words of his boyfriend.

He reads the words silently, pondering his thoughts.
In the cupboard, in a small tiny box, he pulls out a ring from its ring box.

'I loved you for you, but now you're gone, this is always something I am going to dwell on....'