"Being loved isn't a fault."
"Being loyal isn't a fault."
"Being beautiful isn't a fault either."
Warm hands caressed his cheeks.
Wiping the trickling tears.

"Untruthful to yourself,"
"Holding back what you're feeling,"
"And staying silent."
"Is what that killed you."

Her hands placed on his chest,

He can feel the rise up and down  beat of his breath.

He can feel the fleeting of his heart.

And the warmth that left from his mouth.