"Give me a reason to live," she tells me. I look at her in confusion, and I realize how serious she is. The anticipation on her face is evident. As if the next words I say could have the power to break her. For just a moment im tempted to tell her the usual. You know, the list of reasons you should carry in your pocket in case you encounter someone suicidal. I go through the list in my mind.
'Your family will miss you. Your friends. Suicide isn't the answer. Everything will get better."
How did I end up in this situation? Convincing the love of my life to survive. But this girl, she looks so fragile. Being the one who initiated the conversation, I realized it was way too late to back out. Surely suicide wasn't the answer. But that's not a statement she would understand. So i told her to live for the birds.
"The Birds?"
"The Birds"
" You're even more mad than me."
"Perhaps but you asked for a reason to live. So live for the birds. Live for the flowers that seem to bloom in your presence. Live for the sun, so it can continue to have its source of light. Live for the grass that becomes greener on your side of the fence. But also, live for your rainy days. Because damn I love your beauty afterwards. Live for me. Don't take away my source of light.
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For the Misfits
PoetryI put my all into these poems and now I'm putting them out there. So this is for everyone who's emotions are so confusing that they have a hard time deciphering them. This is for the people who feel outcasted from society. The one they threw away. T...
