Disclaimer!! Mentions of Su!cide. (I am not going to commit any of the acts mentioned in this poem.)
I've been counting down the days till you leave me.
I can already picture myself to be left in the dusk.
I used to tell myself just staring at your back is enough.
But it never really was.
When there comes to be no sight of you at all, there's no point to go on.
So June 6th is the day I die.
There wasn't much to live for anyway.
And before you're gone I'll ask you a favor.
"Can you lead me up to the rooftop and push me off?"
I've heard it in my head one-thousand times before.
As I fall I'll be glad the last thing I saw was true.
Before I know it, scarlet will paint the street.
I've been counting down the days till you leave me.
Now you know its results.
2/7/24 // Inspired by "Happy" and "Pink In The Night" by Mitski
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