You, petrified,
overdosed on the anesthetic-
analgesic,
relapsing every atom,
in every molecule,
of every tissue,
in every muscle,
causing your body
to atrophy
leading to your death.
Forgive me
for not killing
you peacefully.

You may be taken,
but every time I see you
I can't help but hope.

I have no idea
where I am going to be
ten years down the line.

I could not
bare
to look
at the pain
in her eyes,
which she averted,
from the
degradation
that stood before her.
I,
standing before her,
tried to
formulate
the words,
cautiously running
through the
ingredient list
of sincere
apologies,
that exist
in some
metaphysical representation
of what
I am trying
to profess.

Compliment people
so they feel as beautiful
as they truly are

What if
you
knew
the real
me?
What would
you
think?
How would
you
feel?
Would we
still
be
friends?
Maybe
that is why
I'm so
reserved
in the ample space
within
my
mind.

I am not afraid,
but interested to see
what happens today.