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

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