Death of me

Because I love you, I want you in my life 

but you stab me in the back with a knife.

Because I love you, I want to make you smile even though you have been with her for a while. Because I love you, I will forget about your past though today might be our last.  Because I love you, I will stick by your side  even though I am just a ride. Because I love you, I would jump in front of a bullet for you  but I might as well just turn blue. Because I love you, I will not make you stay  we could really not survive another day.

This poem is about: 
Me

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