hey ophelia, you rolled over my body
like gentle waves over warm sand
and you felt so good
i told myself i ought to let you drown me
because there isn't any other way
that i can let myself die, now
but you ruined death for me
when you withdrew from my lungs
did you think you were doing me a favour
by letting me breathe?
you're wrong, because as i lay there
on the cold tiles, gasping for breath
i reached out for you
but you had already gone
my blue fingers wrapped around
the throat of an angel
dressed in white, donning indifference
then those holy hands strapped me down
to the gurney, to a reality
i hadn't known since i first met you
and i haven't stopped crying
and my mum doesn't think i ever will
i keep praying for an oxygen bubble
to explode my head
because i can't wait for you
to flash before my eyes
baby, you were my whole life
and i wanna see you again
in the short second before oblivion
or in the long eternity to follow
if spirits really do exist
i'll drift forever by your side and
bathe in your warm light
so that i can keep you from the angels
with their sharp pens and clipboards
and artificial drowsiness for days
i know how you much you liked that
(much more than you should have)
but two can keep a secret
if one of them is clinically insane
ophelia, i can't stop thinking
of a way to kill myself as beautifully
as you would have
i thought about hanging myself
from the high notes of your favourite song
i thought about drowning
in the neon lights of the city you grew up in
the bluesy music would swallow me
the band would play me out merrily
and in the lead's raspy vocals, i'd find
your cigarette-infused heart and soul
leading me home, to you again;
to you all alone
it's always been the two of us
but you were driven by the clouds
while i was yearned for by the stars
so they tore us apart
maybe one day, we can meet in the middle
atmospheric, angel-free, oh my amour
my ophelia
goodbye
