An extract from a book i'll never write | Poetry |

52: IT'S NOT WORTH CRYING ABOUT

My heart is scattered around my open coffin

And I hope no one arrives at my funeral

I hope my body is burned in an open field in the middle of nowhere.

I hope on the day I go you won't know or be told

I hope the world will keep spinning like it had done for eternity and it will keep spinning. 

I hope on the day that I die,

I hope you will smile like you always do.

I hope I'm just forgotten
The way I hope you'll forget me too.