eighty six

I'm finding it hard

To stay silent these days 

When there's so much to say

But I can't seem to tell you any of it

Because I have all this good and bad news

It burns a hole in my chest like money in my pocket

And it eats away at my intestines, an incurable parasite,

I have all these things that I'm wanting to tell

And the only one I'm wanting to tell is you

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If something were to happen to me

I like to hope you'd be the one to remember me

Exactly like I was, 

No stupidity or sluttiness or recklessness,

Just me.

Yes, the depressed, hopeless romantic who came over uninvited,

But also the honest, lonely writer who liked the little things

And cold weather.

If something were to happen to you

I know for a fact that I would remember you

Exactly as you were,

My person, my sister, my second home,

That is,

If a home can have eyes that sparkle like a good dream