i used to think you had to die to be missed
i used to hope to be the next on the obituary's list
sometimes i still think about it
i wonder if the world would be better off
but then i think of you, and how you would be in shock
you've been through it before, and i won't be the one to do it to you again
because even after all my failures, all my grievances, all my disappointments
you have been my only friend
so tonight, instead of writing my last note,
i decided to write some sort of a toast
to you, and to me
and to everything we can be
YOU ARE READING
too late
Poetryjust a bunch of stuff i write when life's not so great. feel free to comment:)
