Take Me To The Lakes Where Poets Drown.

Remembering you.

Isn't it obvious?
Dreaming of delirious ways of holding onto you,
Is the only way I can stop feeling the loneliest.
Are you coming?
A part of me is always waiting for the monsters,
A part of me is always calling on the gods
It's better to be angry at someone-
Than to love someone who is not here.
I didn't see you die, I only saw you alive and breathing,
So when I got a call saying they lifted your grave-
I didn't care, I knew on your way to the gods you'd come and pick me up.
I see ghosts of my childhood playing with your spirit.
I killed my girlhood because I was waiting for you.
But I am 21 now and I have forgotten the sound of my name,
But I remember you gave it to me.
What do I do with this name?
I hear your whispers that's how the monsters lure me.
So tell me is it my fault that they feel more like home,
Than a life without you?
I dream of death every now and then is what they say,
But I am just dreaming of a place where you are still there.
They say I relapse when I remember you.
If remembering you is an illness,
I never want a cure.
If hearing you is psychotic,
I never want to be sane.
If having you by my side is death.
I never want to live.