How the hell
can someone love
to live
when my liver is
incapable
of living

How the hell
can you tell me
that there will be hope
after you tell me
I have 3 more months

How the hell
can
they
just
cry
when
I'm
literally
dying
inside.

Twisted was her mouth
when it kissed him for the last time
no longer was it the kiss
That made her shake
But that they would not ever kiss
That she would never kiss again

She plays
the strings
of her guitar
like she
toyed with
the strings
of my heart:
beautifully
with grace of
an angel
But the power
to ****.