Here lies on the bier
My sanity
My baby
The gate on the edge
Of the precipice
Has given way and
I'm keeping the pieces in the refrigerator
There came death
In the middle of a two month period
Designated for mourning many things
Bookended by my crying
Alone
In the dark
If the well of life were reachable
She would be the first thing I'd throw in
Even if I knew she would not love me
Even if I knew she'd come back sick
I never imagined I could not make someone immortal by loving them
I have never kept a home for long
When push comes to shove
I can part with anything to
Lighten my load
I was always afraid to test this with her
It failed as I knew it would
Give her back to me in exchange for any promise, any favor, any fortune
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 2:24 PM UTC
Here lies on the bier
My sanity
My baby
The gate on the edge
Of the precipice
Has given way and
I'm keeping the pieces in the refrigerator
There came death
In the middle of a two month period
Designated for mourning many things
Bookended by my crying
Alone
In the dark
If the well of life were reachable
She would be the first thing I'd throw in
Even if I knew she would not love me
Even if I knew she'd come back sick
I never imagined I could not make someone immortal by loving them
I have never kept a home for long
When push comes to shove
I can part with anything to
Lighten my load
I was always afraid to test this with her
It failed as I knew it would
Give her back to me in exchange for any promise, any favor, any fortune
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