When they lay me in the ground
stand at the podium and face the crowd.

Don't you dare sugar coat it.

Tell them I was flawed-
recount my selfish manners
and all my reckless bursts.
I want them to hear you say that I
was human at my worst.

In the end it's okay if sometimes
your face is sketched in hard lines.

Let me be a lesson.
I loved them all so genuinely,
often with
unwarranted aggression.