If I died, would you remember me?
Maybe sit by my grave and cry for weeks;
Maybe realize that you can't forget my smile,
And maybe remember my rosy red cheeks.
If I died, would you wish me back?
Remembering the times that I was happy,
Guilt washing over you like a tidal wave;
Because now I'm not with you, sadly.
If I died, would you regret hurting me?
Blame yourself for the pain you brought;
Maybe be sorry for being the death of me,
The memory of me leaving you in thoughts.
If I died, would you wish you'd love me less?
Hoping that the pain would all vanish;
The pain of me not being there and alive,
The pain of the reality that I was damaged.
If I died, would you wish you'd love me more?
Thinking that if you did, maybe I'd still be there;
Maybe you'd cry to the heavens to bring me back,
And this time you'll change, you'll care.
YOU ARE READING
for the both of us
PoetryI loved him with all my heart, Even if he didn't care; I'll love him with all my heart, This, to myself, I swear.