I don't wish I never loved them. I wish I never told them I did.

The ghost of your lips
It’s almost as if you’re here
Kiss me through the air

You’re early, death finally says.
Tears slowly but surely run down my cheeks.
I tell him I know and he asks me what brought me here.
I tell him that I think he knows. My cheeks are now a weary waterfall.
As the thoughts I’ve come to know as true finally start to fade to black, I forgot the life that I’ve decided to have taken that I can’t get back. ****...What have I done?

I do not want my name in the stars. I don’t want my name in the books. I don’t want my name in your mouth...
-I want my name in the obituary