I've had enough chasing you,
What else should I do?
Are we really into this?
The old you, that I missed.

I'm begging you to stay,
Even if it's just for a day.
I just want to spend more time,
Because, this will be the last time that you're mine.

Some things have changed,
Was it me or was it you?
Was it all about the things I can't undo?
Or was it me who stopped chasing you?


-12072k15

Do not cry
                  when I die.

Truth is I have been dead
the only life left was in my head

my heart tapped out a long time ago,
this world was not for me,  I had to go

Love, Life, and Happiness
is something I would never know

that black broken hearted baby from the ghetto
                     never could *grow

I've been disappointed a lot in my life
but blessing myself inside your arms
that was my best place.
that was my only place.

Watching you fall apart has been
the longest fall from a pedestal
and by far the most painful

You've slowly become someone you weren't
in the most grotesque way possible

You are the reason I'm still here
am I yours now?
I can be yours now.
because you were my everything
now I'm your only thing
and I'm afraid I've lost you forever
and I'm sure I've lost you forever

I've watched you desperately grasp at life
while death is creeping in
And I've lost so much more than a person
And I can live with this pain
but can you?

I'm not sure so I'll never tell you
I could never tell you
I will just keep loving than man you were
and caring for the man you are

And every now and then when I see you
when I can catch you in a lucid moment
I weight of that clarity
                of my love
is      
              crushing.

I just wish you would come home.
Because watching you get sick was hard
but watching you get sad was worse.
and watching you turn your light off
was the worst thing that never happened to me.

Because I've lost
I've lost my super hero
               my happy place
              my moral compass
               my rock
               my teacher
              my innocence
              my dad.

How sad,
When goodbyes release the pressure
And sudden loneliness helps you breathe again.

Most likely to Break hearts:
She lives in a world of ***
Hands around her neck, hickies on her hips, and blood on her boyfriends tattooed fists
Dating boys who are twice her age
She got straight A's but never will live up to her potential
because her *** is shaped like a heart, and her heart is shaped like a dollar sign

Most likely to Live in her dreams:
She wears twigs in her hair and presses flowers in notebooks
Scattered around her eclectic cottage
Living off  her woodland knowledge
Literally a ghost, no job, no life, no love
no ******* reality

EDITED:  MARK AS VOID (she dumped him and he fell apart)
Most likely to Elope after high school:
I can picture her running away with him
Living in ***** motels on concrete streets
Surviving on paper plates of buttered toast and styrofoam cups filled with bitter black coffee
kissing under stars in empty parking lots
She loves him so much not even I can see them falling apart

Most likely to Fry his brain on drugs:
Alone in his room
Bowl packed, lungs filled with skunked up smoke
Laughing at nothing listening to loud *** rap music
I can see his future its as empty as his head
Tripping up the stairs to his heavenly room to **** down more stale air
and taste clouds

Most Likely to Become a Stripper:
He looks like a stud with hair of gold
Picturing him with dollar bills being stuffed in his G string is an easy image.
His solid heart makes him strong
but his craving for a boy to love him makes him weak
I love him

EDITED:I AM NO LONGER A ****** BUT IM STILL UNLOVED
I am just most likely to die a young ******, drunk on *****, high on illegal drugs, melancholy about nothing, and empty inside.

He is dead
******* dead
and I will never see him again
no matter how much I miss him
or how much I cry or scream he will never come back
Ive loved
Ive lost
But i cant ******* seem to love again no matter
how much I try
never again will I hold his hand or hear him tell me he loves me
****
he is dead and I don't want to believe it
But he is
his last words were to tell me he loves me eternally
mine were to tell him that Im stuck on him
he was sick
groaning wordlessly until I whispered that in his ear
then he spoke about how he loves me
I miss him
I ******* miss him
he is gone
but he now has his boat
(and that makes me sadder than anything)

Drug lord?
More like drug *****
Binge drinking ***** on a Tuesday afternoon
Tasting blood on my lips from where I bit my tongue
thinking about rough hands on me
At all times
I wanna wear Lace ******* and a pretty baby blue bra
So when you put a knife to my neck I feel soft and loved
Feeding me *** brownies and oxy laced herbal cakes
Delicate in my mouth but reeking havoc on my body
Yayo baby
Kiss me and give me all your love and violence