poems & short stories

think of me

do you ever think of me?

walking down the street

maybe grabbing a bite to eat.

does anything remind you?

of what we used to be

how I saw you and you saw me.

did I ever really matter?

because you said I did

you looked at me with those big green eyes, smiled with tears

and told me what you did

not physically per say

but in a secret kind of way

you put me out of my daily haze.

all my focus was on you

for those long months I became confused

what did I have to do to gain you back?

because you put quite the strain

on my deadly thoughts of pain

and some points I thought maybe I could join you.

yes some days I was mad and others I was sad

but in the end it was all guilt

I brought this upon myself

that you tried to kill ones self

because you never could have stunned me more

so I allow you to take my life and run

because of all that I've done

to make you feel this burdened

but finally once again, you seem happy I no longer stand

on the thought of you being mine.

but your tuff times are over

and you don't seem the least bit hungover

the fact that I love you

its just to bad i died for you