My Poetry

Call Me (a poem inspired by Nora Cooper called " I Wont Write Your Obituary)

you asked me that if you were ever planning on a plan, to call you. yes you can call me. leave me voicemails that i can remember you by. but do not expect me to cry. you took your life away while i tried to fight. i just wanted you to stay. but instead you tried to take your life away. if you try to give me your stuff i will throw it all away. i don't want your voicemail. i don't want your stuff. i don't want your broken pieces or body parts. all i wanted was you. i don't want anything else but you. i don't want your leftovers. i don't want your voice that isn't even attached to you anymore. your skin will be unwanted. your heart, will not be yours so i don't want that. i want you. nothing less. i just want your heart that is attached to your body and soul. i want your soul. i don't want to feel you cold. i don't want to see your lifeless body in the coffin. i need you to be alive. i need to hear your voice. i need to touch your skin. your alive voice and skin. i just need you to be here. i will read you a story. i will give you lists of reasons of why you should stay. it will be 100ft. i can name you so many reasons. i can pay for your therapy. i can pay for a doctors visit. i can hold your hand and call the suicide hotline. but i will not accept your death. i don't care if you wanted it. i don't care if you wanted me to have your stuff. take it back. take it back now. because i don't want your stuff that isn't you. i don't want anything that isn't a living you. i need you. i need you now. i need a living person that is you. so if you ever want to call me. please. call me. call me the second the thought flashed in your mind. please call me. please please call me. i'm begging. call me.