I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,
Woah. The bright sky Makes me want to live, And the grass Smells too good to miss.
I cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.
It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to
Not as ardent as before. I’m tired. Slowing down, A tail growing heavier and longer With each day.
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.
I wish I could tell my brother That I loved him, But the words are tight in my thro… And I’m a coward. I wish I didn’t say “thank you”
The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,
My mom hates her life, And I’m too much to juggle, And my dad doesn’t support my mom, And my brother’s never home, And my medicine doesn’t work,
I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us
If only My tears were colors. There would be pink on my pillow And green on my shoes. There would be red on the paper
Oh, such a sweet fool. I once thought love Was reigning savior. So, so foolish. I once believed love
I had no right To fall in love with you. All those times I promised you That I’d never fall in love again Were lies because I fell in love…
He helps her with her blush. She’s surging red, Velvet and soft like a rose. Her mouth’s gone dry With his wind.
I find it funny That I raised myself From the cradle To the grave. I never got a chance to be a baby.
