mustering all the respect i had left for you
i visited your gravesite
it was a cold winter afternoon
mid november
on the grass above your lifeless body and casket
lay just as lifeless flowers
most girls would have stomped on your grave
after you did what you had done to me
but i cried
the tear lines stained my cheeks
and my eyes stung from the myriad of tears
when i'd cry
you would always sing cry baby by janis joplin
and i only would laugh
because of your failure to mimic her raspy,
but feminine voice
and in triump you would say
"works like a charm, everytime"
making me grin even more
but you are no longer here to sing so horribly
and plague my ears
and as much as i hate to admit it
i miss it
and my heart still beats
as if travis barker is playing a solo in my chest
whenever someone utters your name
i miss you
