You

You
are the savior
to my thoughts,
Yet, you
-like a dying butterfly-
Lie down on the floor,
Unable to save yourself.

You reproach me
For not holding on,
To a life worth fading,
Whilst you perish on.

We are two different reasons:
You die because you have never been
loved
I die because I
Never could;
And we have the
same ending

One shot for two..