If I make the statement “I want to die”
Would you even bother to ask why?

“Why not die”
I would reply

There is no reason I should stay
Just to suffer one more day

To live in grief and misery
Pain and anguish smother me

It doesn’t seem so hard to choose
Either way I’m destined to lose

I think I should just take my life
I need to make sure I do it precisely right

One mistake and here I will stay
If they find me alive, they will put me away

Here comes a nurse, where the heck am I?
Am I alive, or did I already die?

when someone tells you that they want you,
you don't really feel anything
but when someone tells you that they don't want you anymore
you feel every ounce of it

you re read it over and over again
trying to figure out what you did or said wrong in the past 24 hours
you analyze all your moves from the start of the relationship
and when you find out that you didn't **** up
you just don't understand why
you don't understand what went wrong
that "don't" and "anymore" in that sentence weigh down on your heart
you can't stop thinking about it
you think,
"hey I'm okay, not worth my time anyway to be stressing over someone who is not stressing over me"
but that only helps for 5 minutes
and then you're back at it
trying to figure out what went wrong
and it's just a cycle
every **** hour
you're not okay
but oh you want to be
you want to be

I’m standing here holding
The note you gave me
Telling me to read it in
Secret, spilling out your
Feelings to me, about our
Past our present even our
Future
But a short couple weeks later
The future dissolved, never to
Happen, now I’m walking rereading
The last couple lines, staring into
The page even though I have it
Memorized
I finally stop, holding the note
Looking at the last bit of memories
As I pull out the old lighter from
My pocket. As I flick it on having the
Small flame poke out, I put it against
The paper watching the note catch
On fire. I watch it as slowly inch by
Inch the note turns to ash
I look up at the sky looking back
At everything that’s happened,
Maybe now the heart that was
Shattered can slowly start healing
And maybe after all this time I can
Move on

When I entered a cafe
on a particular friday
I saw a tall, lean guy
behind the counter
He had a pair of familiar eyes
I didn't remember
I took a good look
at the cut on his eyebrows
and it reminded me of the scar
I had on my right thigh
As he muttered,
"How can I help you?"
I forgot
how we were living
in bodies, trapping
our souls from
reaching each other
I didn't know him then
but I remembered his smile
I looked at him
in curiosity
wondering
if he remembered mine
The guy was no book
I couldn't read him
like a piece of literature
The guy was no song
I couldn't listen
to what his heart
was singing
The guy was no film
I couldn't watch
his entire life before
my eyes
But the guy was like
every other guy
so I dreamt a whole
lifetime with his presence
and I said,
"No, never mind,"
and walked away.

Do you remember
The days we spent
Together in September
And all that it meant
and in this solitary moment
Makes me miss you
Makes me forget I'm not broken
I'll take every second or an hour or two
I'm waiting for your call
Just like when we would meet
I'm waiting for your call
It's on replay just like when we would meet
I'm waiting for your call
Butterfly
It's your call
My early summer
Your call