Week of Love
8th of December - Othello and Desdemona
"No way but this;
killing myself, to die upon a kiss."
You were the only one who loved me for me;
seeing the man instead of the war hero or the freak.
And I loved you with all my heart back,
so much that I feared losing you,
like I lost so many friends on the battlefield.
When it seemed I had lost you, I thought of your death
as a way of sparing others the heartbreak I felt.
It was like the whole cosmos fell apart,
and only getting rid of you would set things right.
I have just realised you were innocent,
always pure and true,
and I would live in infamy, fallen from grace,
for having taken away such a pristine life.
No way but this;
killing myself, to die upon a kiss.
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