GuttedAlive

As I sit here and recall the beeping Of a monitor left to a hospital bed I remember your horrible question: "What will you do, my love, when I'm dead?" I have gotten worse for the better And better at that which is worst My nights are lullabies and night terrors But the sound of your voice is always first If you must know, yes, I have eaten Eaten my pride and my tears and my pain For each vertebrae poking through my skin You can tell I've lost more than I've gained You asked me to remember you always When there wasn't any need to state twice I have gambled my heartbeat with Death And it's my turn now to roll the dice Through a phone I san

It was more than the cancer that took you, it was more than the second hand smoke, it was more than a wasted green crayon, it was more than a heart that time broke. I lit bones, flesh, and tears on fire, all I've done I have done it for you, hoping that the eyes that stare down from the Heavens ever cry the same way that I do. And one day I will drown in the Ocean that nested in the white of your eyes and its sirens will braid my veins together and will sing the prettiest lullabies. You said "Seestern, you'll never be alone" yet I'm lost in this bed, in these sheets. The bread crumbs you left for me to follow I sold for pixie d

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