Roses are red.
Violets are violet.
The trouble with that,
roses aren't always red.
They can be white
or black, blue, yellow,
pink, orange, you name it.
Roses aren't always red.
And we shouldn't expect them to be.
I made that mistake, you know.
I only expected red roses.
But then a beautiful violet rose found me.
I held it close despite the
thorns that pricked my side.
I can't explain the remorse I feel
when I think about all the colorful roses
I must have overlooked because of pride.
And how long my own violet rose
must have been waiting, silent...

Roses are red.
And violets are violet.
Yes they can be,
but don't forget
all the wonderful colors in between.

You only get one body,
and that body defines what you can do.
You only get one body
and oh how I wish they were tradeable too.
There's a ninety percent chance
I'd trade with you.
Allow me to clarify that
I am not sick in the least.
Just try to understand my pain, please.

The doctors told me that I have
Fibromyalgia- a musculoskeletal pain
with no cure, only temporary escapes.
They also say my skin tissue lacks
the ability to properly connect-
leaving my skin mottled and easily bruised.
I have scholiosis.
My spine is susceptible to twists
and contractions-
pinching the nerves between each vertebrae.
As I write this,
my neck... the bones are deteriorating.

I have started my adventure now
and I am finding joy wherever I can
because I know
I am destined to be crippled, my friend.

Not only has the doctor
given me a clock.
He has offered me a challenge.
At least I know what I'm in for,
and I accept.

Love me like only you can.
Your love is a taste I crave.
Kisses melting softly on my tongue,
while I melt softly in your arms.
Sleeping softly in your warmth and calm
until morning light comes.
In the sun's fresh rays spread upon our bed,
we'll love again like no one can,
my dearest and most beloved friend,
slipping softly into infinity.

I told you that I was born to fly.
You said "Let me be your wings."

I told you that I'm broken inside.
You said "Come to me for healing."

I told you that my walls are built too high.
You said "Let me climb over, please."

I told you that I'm lost and I cry.
You said "Let me dry your tears and guide you from suffering."

I told you that I hate being surprised.
You said "Let me prove my love won't change for anything."

I told you that I need you in my life.
You said "Let me be your everything."

I told you that I love you.
You said "Together and forever in love,
let us be."

Everyone watched as you slipped into a coma.
Quietly, subtley, your mind exited the room of
white walls, white sheets, white everything.
Why are hospitals always white inside?
It makes me jealous more than anything.

We all watched your consciousness recede.
But then, I wasn't there, was I?
You wouldn't know, I think.
You wrote me a note to say goodbye.
A final note... Why?

You lost so much blood, sweetie.
Just how many pills did you need?!
Was the knife not enough,
you had to overdose as well?
I miss you so much.

I would always hold you when you cried.
It's my fault I left.
I kissed you goodbye while you slept.
I still love you.
Forgive me!
Come back to me, my run-away friend.

I jammed my gun on purpose-
I just needed you to notice me, and how I hurt.

I knew the knife was too dull-
I just wanted to feel beautiful.

I knew the pills would only make me sick-
I just wanted someone to help me through all this ****.

I knew the rope wasn't strong enough-
I just wanted to feel stronger for once.

I knew you would give up on me one day-
I just had one last thing to say:

I'm unjamming my gun because I'm finally unhinged.
I'm going to sharpen my knife to cut like your words.
I'm looking for the right meds to swallow and hold it in.
I'm buying stronger rope because I'm tired of this curse.

Before my chair tips over, I'll say this once:
I loved you.
I would die for you.
That's exactly what I plan to do.
You'll never have to hear me cry or console me again.
*Goodbye, my run-away friend.