I'm useless to you
Why do you care?
It's easier to die
Stop breathing this air.
A flick of the wrist
A pull of a trigger
An appointment missed
You stopped my fall.
You gave me something
A cause
A wing
A fighting chance.
I'll live
Because
You gave me
Something to fight for.
My cause
My wings
My ring of choice
You are
My
Cause.
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and yet your poetry is my cause..... I dream of the day men like you will roam this earth...... i love your poetry.... love it, love it, love it.