I could count the days, where I wouldn't see you.
I could wish every night for you to return.
Whatever I do, I'll remain in the same view,
Where your place is empty and I can't learn
That you'll never be there when I need you.
I've fought war without my best friend,
Bleeding from my wounds during sleep,
Crying in the darkness, day time I would pretend
That all was well and leave without another peep.
I had barricaded myself until life would amend
All the wrong it had done to me, so I would no longer weep.
Engrave your roman numerals
Of your first breath and your last
Upon my naked skin at the fifth funeral,
Honoring your life instead of when you passed,
Igniting that littlest spark within my pupil-
I'm seeing in black and white and lacking direction;
Bring back the life I once had when there was color.
Show the path I had mistakenly missed when I lost your affection,
Helping me realize the title you will always hold "mother".
I'll let it known that you were a blossoming perfection.
Plant your blooming roses in my dead garden
And show me how to brighten my life again.
Tell me that I hadn't become a failure, a deadly burden-
Plant your roses in the pattern of your roman numerals.
Embrace me when I lose footing as I cry for you at night.
Reassure me that life has more for me, just not your funerals.
Whisper your sweet nothings to me when I've finally lost my sight.
