If we became friends
I'll help you hide the body
Then we'll have some beer

A chokehold
on my own throat,
A dust
in my own eyes,
A Sinkhole
on my boat,
A fool
of my own lies

The only one
allowed to do
this to myself?

I AM

If I die
turned hard and cold
not given a chance to grow so old
Bury me not
six feet down the ground
For I won't hear
no susurrus
no sound

If I die
pale and lifeless,
no more failing
on life's test
Burn me not to ashes,
I'll leave no trace
Keep me in mind
not in a vase

If I die
lying in my coffin
a candle lit night
a lot of people staring,
cry for me
but not for long
Be firm as my body
Be that strong

If I die
and years have passed
forget me not
please not that fast.
Remember
my name
and who I've been
Let me die
but not forgotten.

Heartbreaks
turn
heartaches
into
written poetries

And
recoveries
set ablaze
those
old
paper sheets

Oh!
the things
that
love can do;

create
pyromaniacs
and


air pollution,
too.

No words of wisdom can cure
a feeling felt
by the victim so poor.
A killer coming out
before the clock strikes three
stabbing you from the inside
Oh, anxiety

Now you start to feel shaky
And you know
it's another night without sleep
The feeling so nostalgic
Oh, anxiety

Those days were over
Finally
I knew my soul is free
From my body hanging
on the ceiling
Oh, anxiety

The best reason to live?

You cannot buy life

"How often do you fall in love?"
He asked

"As often as I hear you talk"
I answered

"How often do you get your heart broken?"
He added

"As often as I hear you talk

...about her"