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I was sure
I had more of a chance
Than she did,
Especially considering
The glaring fact
That she’s, ya know,
STRAIGHT.
Every day,
I have daydreams.
Pleasant ones
Of you.
Every night,
I wake up
And smile.
You keep the nightmares away.
But with no chance of getting
To call you mine,
When I get upset,
All I can think about
Is holding someone’s hand.
I wish that hand
Could be yours.
Why not?
You can’t see the stars
Without darkness.
A rainbow never shines
Without rain.
Flowers don’t grow
Without fertilizer.
Sometimes you have
To go through shit
To come out a bigger, better,
With each breath
Her depression overtook her
Like water in her lungs
Or electricity through her veins.
She’s dying,
That fate we all wish to suffer
At some point.
She sits back,
I’m going to lose you
And you’re going to lose me
Very soon.
I’d be lying
If I said
I could handle that.
There’s still eleven days left
But my heart hurts
Every time I think of it.
She was an amazing artist,
Painting smiles
On the faces of everyone
But herself.
She couldn’t feel
The same love
She gave.
Life is worth living
So live another day.
And every day after that.
Don’t spend it
Locked up
In your mind.
Get up
And do things
That make you feel alive.
I think
A date at the museum
Would be pointless
Because even near all of that art,
I’d still stare at you.
Because you are more beautiful
Than any masterpiece.
You are my masterpiece.
I’m trying to be okay
But I can’t promise you anything.
Those words,
Do they sound familiar?
Because you’ve said the same
To me, countless times.
I can’t promise I’ll be okay
But I can promise
You need to learn
To stay strong for yourself,
Not me.
Because one day,
I’m not going to be in your life
And I’m sorry for that.
But you know I love you,
You know I care,
So take those
You.
You’re terrified of losing me.
Because you know
You might not ever see me again
After eleven days.
That’s the day
I’m going to leave you.
There’s nothing
Any of us could do
The act of breathing
Is enough to remind you
That you’re broken.
You’re not whole.
You haven’t been,
Ever.
When I die,
Please don’t cry over me.
Because I will not be able
to wipe away your tears.
You know I’ve loved you,
Always,
Until the day I died.
I can’t care for you anymore,
Life isn’t poetry,
But our hands lock together
Like puzzle pieces
And our hearts intertwine
Like vines on a fence.
We’ll never be as perfect
As our words
On those late nights,
She flirted with death.
So did he.
They both smoked their life away
They both tried endlessly to kill themselves
But their parents wouldn’t let them
Because they were selfish.
They both drank
The way she smoked
Those cheap-ass cigarettes
That left a bitter taste in her mouth.
The fireball whiskey
That burnt her throat all the way down,
Those were the tastes of her lips
And the smell of her.
I’ll never forget you.
I can promise you that.
That’s probably the only thing I can promise.
Until the day I die,
No matter how soon or late that day is,
I will always remember you.
I want to go home
But I’m not sure where that is anymore.
They say home is where the heart is
But I love you
And you don’t love me.
You have my heart
But I don’t have yours.
Can you be home
I see you
At the other end of this table
Smiling,
Laughing.
With her.
The one we both love.
But I love you, too.
I guess you don’t really understand that.
It tears me apart
You always smile
Like you’re about to cry
Your eyes
They get glossy
Your smile wavers
Your mask falters
Your façade crumbles.
You know I love you.
Why can’t you see that?
