I tried to forget
But you grew roots around my ribcage
And sprouted flowers just below my collarbones
All day I pluck their petals
But I have not yet ascertained
Whether you love me
Or not.

The last breath of a woman,
The last words that she spoke
So important to her
   It was like a roller coaster of love, with good times and bad, and it was great while it lasted

The words of the man
Laying next to this woman,
The thoughtful words that he spoke
   It is the best for everyone, no more pain, for we will be free and so will our loved ones.

They rose their hands holding daggers
They gracefully dug into eachother
They were free now.

No more pain, for they... will be free

There is a light
At my lady's window.
A light so loud, that it, itself manifests
Into the road, where people know,
That someone is awake.

There lay her body
So still
So beautiful.
Still breathing
The only thing that kept
Her from getting up was depressing, and sad,
And although you don't know this woman
You would feel great remorse.

Your love was sprinkled upon her like delecate raindrops from the sky, and though she wasnt as elegant as the others, your heart belonged to the girl with red hair, and blue eyes, and who's head was half shaved.

She prohibited your actions, yet you were patient, and proximity grew closer.
You always showed how genuine your feelings for her were, which made her feel special.
Your intentions were never to hurt her, and for a while you didn't, but the time came, and you messed up, and your loyalty to her became nothing but a lie.
Now that girl, who supposedly had the heart belonging to you, lays in her bed in the dark, afraid to come out, not wanting to get hurt.

A tall lanky man stood outside my door
I didn't know why
His black rain boots had left muddy foot prints in the apartment lobby.
His dark brown coat reached a little passed his knees, and his red scarf was wrapped tightly around his neck
But all he did was hover over my door.
He stared through the peep hole, I knew he couldn't see me, but I was scared.
Maybe he was just simply at the wrong apartment door.
He pushed away from the peephole, and I took my turn to see this man.
His face was pale, and his cheek bones were high.
Dark bags sat underneath his eyes. He looked dead.
I don't know why this man stood at my door.
But I waited three days till he left. And when he did, he sank right into the floor and was gone. I never saw that man again.