My 2019 Poems

098

Note: August 31, 2019

When I Die

      make it rose quarts and serenity,
      not just plain white.
     
      make it carat bongs and merch,
      not plastic flowers.
     
      fill it with songs of whom i stan,
      not just a musical band.
     
      make kimchi, ramyeon and kkimbap,
      not just soup, coffee and biscuits.
     
      make the atmosphere lively and fun,
      not a deafening silence of woebegone.
     
      put half of me in a coffin,
      and half of me in ashes, in a carat bong.
     
      do not cry when we walk if were gonna go to
      the cemetery,
      remember those happy memories of which all
      of us had and enjoyed.
     
      sing me my most favorite song,
      while dropping pictures of my favorite group,
      not flowers that i do not like.
     
      when i reach my end,
      six feet below the ground,
      when i am finally covered in dirt,
      then you cry.
     
      cry for the feelings of which
      you tried to surpass because of my wish,
      for the things you wanted to say but now
      forbidden; for i cannot see nor hear anymore,
      for your pain of which you kept in those weeks
      for everything related to me that made you
      pain.
     
      but please,
      even if i'm already dead,
      keep me in your heart,
      and your memories
      alive.