Given
That
You're
Living,
Why
Not
Make
It
Count?

'Cause
Once
You're
Gone,
You're
All
Out.

Letters work in unison,
Words act in tandem,
Sentences form what we call poetry,
They help us understand 'em.

I reached into my pocket to find an idea.

I must've lost it...

I know the response.

I just keep hoping that
If I wait long enough
To check it,
The reply will
Change.

Is a friend a selfish thing?

I mean, my friends are mine.

My comrades share my interests.

When I'm with them, it makes me happy.

When can it make you happy?

Are your interests shared?

Frankly, who's to say I'm not yours?

Am I your selfish pleasure?

I burnt it all,
Not a single ember stayed ablaze
Much like what you did
To me and you.
Kinda funny, ain't it?

I watched the smoke and
Ashes rise up into
The night until
I couldn't see
Them any longer.
They're not my
Problem anymore.
You're the world's problem
Now.

I made sure every
Scrap was burnt to
Nothing.
After all, you had
No trouble
Doing it to me.

For once,
I had the
Control.

And after it all,
I said the
One thing you
Could never
Say to me.
"Good bye"
I miss you.