WAS

Anna is the smell of oatmeal with pears and strawberries

Illegal in the eyes of the judiciaries

More hot and heavy than every star in Aries

Anna and I held hands in eighth grade

"Your hands are sweaty."

And thus my hand strayed

Wounded by a phrase so petty

Anna and I broke up that May

My first love disregarded our relationship

Sometimes I forget that it's okay to be gay

My heart was in her complete ownership

I held the door open for Anna two years later

Pain hit my intestines like a freighter

Surely she had to be a manipulator

The next morning I received a call

"Anna committed suicide,"

And just like that I fall

"It's April 1st," I replied

It was not a prank, Anna had truly died

Arctic Monkeys vinyls at noon

Deep conversations whilst staring at the moon

Oh how she made me swoon!

Anna pulled the trigger like a harpoon

Sprayed across hardwood, maroon

Cold on the floor her body found strewn

I loved her, she was my favorite tune

I won't be better anytime soon

Anna is the feeling of cat claws sinking into my skin

Too fucking soon for the credits to flash "Fin."

Anna is my late night break-in

Anna has fangs like a python, Boelen

Anna is my worst enemy

Anna is my only love

My heart is a mourning dove

Why am I so undeserving of

The presence of a strawberry blonde

Who with I have no bond

Who is somewhere in the beyond

My brain and my heart do not correspond

Anna why won't you just respond?

It has been almost a year since you left

A year since you committed this theft

Of my every waking thought, bereft

Anna was depressed

Anna was stressed

People like Anna and I are oppressed

If you were wondering, hell is the midwest

I sit here completely possessed

Could I have gotten her problems addressed

Before she took her own life, distressed

Anna was playing video games with greasy hair

Anna was watching movies at 3AM without a care

Anna was that god awful oatmeal with pear

Anna was my one and only love affair

Anna was too lugubrious to live and that is unfair

Anna was programming virus software

Anna was brighter than a solar flare

Anna was waging biological warfare

Anna was trying to kill me

Anna was trying to kill me

Anna was trying to kill me

Anna was trying

Anna was...

Was

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