just another one of my morbid poems. for the most part it is fiction, obviously, because otherwise i would be dead.

i don't want to seem impatient

but i was sort of wondering

when you would get here.

i guess promises

aren't always kept.

to pass the time

i was just thinking

about when things were so simple

and we would talk

about orange ice cream all night

and when we would tease each other

not like immature people do.

because you made everything seem profound.

then i remembered

how much i loved you

and i would never hurt you.

i guess i hate myself for that now.


you said you loved me?

i thought it was a joke

but lately

i've forgotten why it was funny.

do you recall

how we had so much?

or maybe i changed myself

so that we did.

but you did too.

i could tell.

you're finally here...

i don't know where here is...

but i know what we are.


you kept up your side

of the suicide pact.

Submitted: September 10, 2008

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I like it. The feel, the power, the personality. Extraordinary work.

Wed, September 10th, 2008 12:44am


thanks =)

Tue, September 9th, 2008 6:48pm

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