The Things I Never Said.

You.

With you,

I am in good thought.

But I can't have you here,

The one I hold dear.

You have my porcelain heart,

Glued, taped, and bandaged.

Yet you are the one whose chosen,

Not to tear it apart.

Instead,

You put it back together.

All the pieces,

Damaged and withered.

Building me to the person I once was,

Kindness and cheer flowing through every vain.

Flowers blooming despite past pain.

I am simply that of a shell,

Of who I used to be.

I was once without cheer or glee,

But here I am,

Someone happy.

With how my life has turned to nothing more but a good memory.

A memory not to be forgotten.

Fore when I'm to pass,

Like flowers nearing their end,

Withering in decay.

I'd be happy,

Because one day;

Many days,

All of them,

You were with me too.

At my funeral,

Do not mourn my passing.

Celebrate the life lived instead,

Be of colorful cheer.

Celebrate the ones who helped me live so long here.

Yourself too,

Because simply...

I love you.