To whomever it may concern
if one chooses to care for me
then please turn your heads
for I am now dead
and my death is now history.
I left a coke bottle inside the sand
to be stolen by the shore
and if it's still there
then please be aware
that I leave it with pleasure no more.
Please let me keep it
in my still withered palms
so I may hold onto the gore
of the life I once lived long long ago under these beige carpet floors.
Please, and though I beg it matters to me not
what you think of these colorful cards of past disgrace and odd distraught.
What I did is only what one would never do.
Now I'm not confessing nor proudly suggesting that you'd do the same thing too.
So to whoever cares
or is curious to know.
I was not scared to die one bit
for life was but a detailed show
that I just happened to live.
Authors note: I haven't published any poetry in a while so to the people who actually liked my poetry please don't hate me lol.Much love thank you for reading <3
