Her

I could end it all with a 13-knot hangman's noose.

But when I tie it I find I love my life too much.

When I walk into a room I think of ways I could be killed,

But in the end, I see her eyes too much.

I would end it all but for you,

The only one that see things the way I do.

I want you to be mine,

but He stands on the borderline.

According to philosophy my suicide is irrational,

now this I know, is more than factual.

But Fuck the facts, I will follow my heart!

So I sit here composing poems like an upstart.