My love,
Why? Was it that you loved me for eternity?
why would you love me to the extent
you forgive me while I was the one preparing your coffin,
and maybe if you hated me for what I did,
maybe if you wanted me dead,
I would be better, but you choose to  forgive
you loved me to lose yourself,
I wish to be dead now,
but those raindrops, those thundering
your sweet voice that made me make promises
still, play in my mind, till my soul rips apart.
my love you wanted me to live, so, you made me promise,
though you knew I would be a ship sailing
with no water in the ocean, without you
but today, tomorrow, and forever
it seems I will never live, I will just be alive
As a numb body, waiting to be buried
digging my own grave.
Questioning myself why is it I am still alive??