You Saw Right Through Me...

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This is a suicidal poem, But Im not Suicidal!!!

I kept wondering about the flower you gave me,

It sat there like a guilty sin waiting to punish me when I die.

I said I forgave you,

When truly in my heart,

I didn't.

I guess you saw me right through didn't you?

We're still a couple,

I still love you,

Do you still love me?

Or are all the candy and flowers you've given me just lies.

But why this flower,

The one with the note on it.

You wrote really bad things,

I cried after each terrifying word,

I thought I was about to do it myself.

But I was wise,

I burned it into ashes.

I thought it was a joke,

Our love,

Our commitment,

Our destiny,

It was all a joke.

The note was just a part of your plan,

But you saw right through me,

You got me in the right position,

And the flower became my guilt,

My sin,

You gave it to me so I could cry all day,

Questioning if it was true.

I didn't see it coming,

I was into this relationship,

We were so in love,

I thought it could last,

So I gave you my flower with a note on it.

I thought you read it,

Until I saw in the newspaper,

That the note was real.

The Newspaper called me ignorant,

He was in the obituary,

He did suicide,

I cried even more,

I decided to do it myself.

I carried his flower,

His note,

My journal,

And march to the place of death in Mulberry Cliffs,

Looked down to see his body untouched,

I wrote in the journal and left it there,

I explained my reasons,

My will,

And why I loved him.

I willed my last flower,

His flower too, and His Note.

And I reached my last breath.

Plunged to hell,

So I could reach him,

And I was complete.

We were gonna live forever.

I lived my commiment,

So did he,

We had a chance,

Maybe in heaven,

I know we didn't die,

Cause our love never did,

And I hope I didn't left my sin with the flower,

I thought I gaved that to Jesus,

I puzzled my piece,

I hope you did too,

I didn't break my heart,

Not even in two.

This was my journey,

My destiny,

And I will accept it.

For My love,

For our love,

yours too.

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