I thought that maybe I would be enough,that I could save you,I guess I was wrong.I thought that maybe if I tried hard enough you would still be here in my arms.I loved you but,you still left.Sometimes I go into your old room and just sit and replay our memories in my mind like an old record.But "holding on to you isn't good for me". My feelings constantly flooding like a broken sink.I'll never forget our lives together...
We sat together at the school lunch table,people judging as we laughed and embraced each other."Let them stare" "Let them judge and ridicule us" "They don't matter". If only you would have taken your own advice I would still be happy.We were unbreakable,I still can't wrap my head around the reason you left. I asked if you wanted to come over,you said "I have to finish some work I'll be there in two hours. Well time past and I thought you fell asleep so I went to go check on you.
I walked up your faded red brick stairs and unlocked the front door. I called out to you once I was inside, no one answered."She must be asleep"I said going into your study.The door was cracked open but the lights were off. I turned them on trying to reveal your sleeping body but I didn't realize your rest was eternal. Your body hanging from a medium width rope attached to a ceiling fan, your face was bare and cold,eyes more dull than pond water.Your tears still wet on your pale cheeks.I fell to my knees and start violently crying looking up at your dead body wondering what did I do or why you wouldn't tell me your feelings. After about thirty minutes of crying on the floor I stood up and my tears had calmed to a slower flow.I called the police and reported your death. I cut you down and cradled you until the police arrived. They ask me when did I find you and other normal questions you'd here in a report. I didn't sleep that night or the following three nights,how could I? We had the funeral,family and friends showed up weeping over the sight of their friend and relative dead. Although I was broken you still looked so peaceful.Still to this day I'm wondering maybe you'd stay.
YOU ARE READING
Maybe you'd stay?
RastgeleWARNING:This is a sad poem of some sort that i've been thinking about writing please enjoy