The worst part of dying is the part where you stop living.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
It's in between R and PG.

Submitted: November 21, 2011

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Submitted: November 21, 2011

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It’s not that I think you won’t care.

If I really did, maybe you’d notice.

Would you stay? Even though aware

Of what I’d really like to happen...

 

It’s the last temptation

To push me closer to completion

I can keep going over, mulling

My sharpest life, dulling

 

I want to cry and apologize,

I do and I want you to smile

Even though I’m doing this to you,

I don’t have to remember anymore.

The only reason I would do this to you

Your face won’t be there anymore.

But once I do this,

You won’t be there anymore.

 

Please don’t forgive me

For even thinking of the end,

Please don’t remember me

Keep me there in the back of your head.

 

I want to cry and apologize,

I do and I want you to smile

Even though I’m doing this to you,

I don’t have to remember anymore.

The only reason I would do this to you

Is that your face won’t be there anymore.

But once I do this,

You won’t be there anymore.

 

The worst part of dying

Is the part where you don’t live.

Never making up for lying,

No apologies to give.

 

I’d love to tell you to never talk to me.

To forget and walk away from me.

But for my own selfishness

I’ll keep you to myself.

 

I want to cry and apologize,

I do and I want you to smile

Even though I’m doing this to you,

I don’t have to remember anymore.

The only reason I would do this to you

Is that once it’s over, your face won’t be there anymore.

But once I do this,

You won’t be there anymore.


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