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I wrote a will. I thought I was going to Live fast, die young. I wrote a will. It’s a will that states The truest emotions Something that should Be kept secret. I wrote a will. For you. Knowing the situation We’re in, I wrote a will for you. I remember you saying I was going to get sick I was going to die young So I wrote a will. I wrote it when our love died When the clouds fogged up the sky When the rain started pouring Maybe it was the stone in my chest Or the love in my heart That pushed me to write one I cut the wrong wires The wires that connected the stone and my heart The wire that connected us. The death of our relationship was the death of me My own body started killing itself I became the girl with anxiety Not knowing it manifested I don’t sleep because I worry I worry you forget me We become something of an empty item It hurts just thinking about it Never once I thought about getting back together Because I hurt you too much You bled out in front of me That image never left This is why I wrote a will. I hurt you too much. I was scared to say it in front of you So it would be better for you to listen When I die I wrote a will.
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Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 9:25 PM UTC
I wrote a will.
I wrote a will. I thought I was going to Live fast, die young. I wrote a will. It’s a will that states The truest emotions Something that should Be kept secret. I wrote a will. For you. Knowing the situation We’re in, I wrote a will for you. I remember you saying I was going to get sick I was going to die young So I wrote a will. I wrote it when our love died When the clouds fogged up the sky When the rain started pouring Maybe it was the stone in my chest Or the love in my heart That pushed me to write one I cut the wrong wires The wires that connected the stone and my heart The wire that connected us. The death of our relationship was the death of me My own body started killing itself I became the girl with anxiety Not knowing it manifested I don’t sleep because I worry I worry you forget me We become something of an empty item It hurts just thinking about it Never once I thought about getting back together Because I hurt you too much You bled out in front of me That image never left This is why I wrote a will. I hurt you too much. I was scared to say it in front of you So it would be better for you to listen When I die I wrote a will.
mishy-kim
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Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 9:25 PM UTC
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