i don’t want to die, i sometimes wish i’d never been born at all

- queen

i never text first anymore

some are wicked

heartache, claws, shot in the back

some are just a soul

translucent, silent, empty sorrow

some are kissed

eyes shut, candles, relief

a poet dies

heartache

silent

empty relief

stay,
i think
as they all say their goodbyes
stay,
i think
saying it would be unwise
stay,
i say
and then want to vaporize
in a room full of people,
you're the one i recognize
stay,
you don't
and a part of me dies

“sorry” means you regret it
and you won’t do it again.
you may regret it,
i don’t know.

but you always do it again.