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i visit your grave everyday i've never stopped visiting it i lay jars of honey on it to remind you you're sickeningly sweet but what you didn't know was that i put a hint of coffee beans in it to mix the flavor i pass your house once or twice not daring to even look at it abandoned and full of cobwebs like my mind i don't know if i want to visit your grave anymore maybe i will maybe i won't just the thought of what you last said to me brings vermillion to my mind, "i would say i love you but then you'll take it to heart" maybe i will maybe i won't you'll never know.
lost is what was written on your gravestone the word covered in dark glaucous leaves never thought of you being such an enigmatic person but your thoughts were always so indecipherable to me one minute you're telling me how much i imbue you and the next you're leaving to go to mars without leaving a note or a letter behind.
just stab me why don't you? and maybe i'd be lucky enough to die my body can be right next to yours forever and ever is that what you want? no, of course not it's what i want but sad girls never get what they want, do they? that's what makes them so sad.
i'll keep going to your grave everyday we'll have our casual graveyard talks for hours and the mist would make us feel like we're all alone in this spooky cemetery but instead of jars of honey i'll give you a flower a different blossom everyday so when the rain comes the flowers will flourish and design your grave so much that i won't be able to see your name anymore.
