they'd paint my eyelids with the blood you shed
you didn't believe me when I said I'm dead
my mother would cry
my father would punch
my friends would gather, all of them hunched
a few words would be said
from all that knew me
a few tears would be shed from a few that passed by me
I'm sorry I left you
I had to go
this life shouldn't be spent
being alone
YOU ARE READING
drenched in you
Poetrybut when it stops raining water still drips hard from the trees and you left months ago but I'm still fucking drenched in you
