The most complex thing in life is to accept death.

What was it all?
I knew you, you knew me.

A cradled head with lips of blue.  No longer gasping, if gasping for long

Did you only try to get out of bed yet, only to end up dead

You're heart so plastic, it couldn't hold it's fluid, so it had to shatter, left to ooze out for others to find.

It is a thought that one day I looked for you and you were gone.