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Love you to death - forever
love you to death - forever
if it had happened, i'd sit in the forest you'd have made
your very own personal graveyard and i'd hate
the tree your growing headstone. you had
only just begun
my sweet sixteen. you were
just going to school, but you didn't even reach
the gates, never mind math.
i'd sit and picture you doing it. there would be boats
in your eyes and they'd be trying to survive. but they'd not
be able to; they'd flood as you bit down on your pills
and sink as parts of you shut down and died.
it's just now that i realise i could have lost you, forever.
i think of losing you and i lose my life, my purpose, my
self.
it hurts, it's unbearable. i can't swallow. the lump in
my throat is as big as your heart
i can't b r e a t h e.
my chest is constricted, too tight. love and happy are
trying to strangulate the hurt but it isn't going to
let go of me
is it?
happy is fighting a losing war and it is refusing
to back down.
i could never imagine how you would have felt. if
i knew, i'd learn names for indescribable emotions.
your broken voice would crack and f
a
l
l
apart (just
like i am now) and your words would taste of tears.
it'd be then that i would have understood and it'd
only seem right to take away your own life. (but i'd
not admit it, nevernevernever).
the pain of losing you would be so much more than
my body will ever be capable of feeling. i'd try to fix
you with tight embraces and i'd hope "i love you" 's
could mend your heart
despite knowing it'd do nothing
for you (thank god you survived your suicide).
i see the future. it's us and our and we
and deathdouspart's but
i'd never mean it. even death could
not pry us apart.
i love you to death.[/font]
if it had happened, i'd sit in the forest you'd have made
your very own personal graveyard and i'd hate
the tree your growing headstone. you had
only just begun
my sweet sixteen. you were
just going to school, but you didn't even reach
the gates, never mind math.
i'd sit and picture you doing it. there would be boats
in your eyes and they'd be trying to survive. but they'd not
be able to; they'd flood as you bit down on your pills
and sink as parts of you shut down and died.
it's just now that i realise i could have lost you, forever.
i think of losing you and i lose my life, my purpose, my
self.
it hurts, it's unbearable. i can't swallow. the lump in
my throat is as big as your heart
i can't b r e a t h e.
my chest is constricted, too tight. love and happy are
trying to strangulate the hurt but it isn't going to
let go of me
is it?
happy is fighting a losing war and it is refusing
to back down.
i could never imagine how you would have felt. if
i knew, i'd learn names for indescribable emotions.
your broken voice would crack and f
a
l
l
apart (just
like i am now) and your words would taste of tears.
it'd be then that i would have understood and it'd
only seem right to take away your own life. (but i'd
not admit it, nevernevernever).
the pain of losing you would be so much more than
my body will ever be capable of feeling. i'd try to fix
you with tight embraces and i'd hope "i love you" 's
could mend your heart
despite knowing it'd do nothing
for you (thank god you survived your suicide).
i see the future. it's us and our and we
and deathdouspart's but
i'd never mean it. even death could
not pry us apart.
i love you to death.[/font]
Published 10th Nov 2009
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