Life didn't love me like you did- Bringing flowers to my grave dressed in your Sunday best Each night a new memory you'd share As your teardrops flooded the grass above me My skin may wither away but your feelings do not And I'm sorry I left you a mess, I was never all that tidy My last words to you are sewn into your mind And our last kiss's residue remains on your vacant lips I'm sorry that I had to go, I never intended For you to hurt this bad Your diamond eyes and warming smile are the last things I saw Before a blur of confusion took advantage of my fragile state A formal goodbye was too hard And I was a selfish ******* I'll shine the sun onto your deserving soul for as long as I remain alone up here I can do so much more here than I ever could there Know this- You were the love of my short-lived life But I need you to move on Find a girl with roses blooming on her chest And tulips sprouting in her irises My grave will deteriorate But you will not Let me go
-anonymous
I'm proud of this poem. It has an eerie/ Dickinson type feel and it's just something that came out of me one night, after waking from a dream where I passed on.