If We Were to Die If you were to die tonight I’d shed so many tears Cry to myself as my reality joined my fears Feel my liquid regrets course through my veins Use a piece of paper and red ink to express my pains Your life was a sheath but slowly sharpened my sword You death would give me a reason to turn it inward So if you take your like you have stolen mine as well Without the thought of you, I’d be left a shell Empty and hollow, cleaved of my insides Reaching for a plane where your soul resides If only I believed in life after death Then maybe I could reach you with my last breath Just writing this poem reminds me of how much I need you That after a cut I feel that I bleed you I wish I could tell you that all this is true Hold you close and whisper “I love you” But even if you read this piece yourself You would probably think it was about somebody else If I were to die, what would you think? Would your reply make my heart sink? Would it matter? Would you even care? Knowing each day that I’d never be there I’m toying with myself by asking that question In your heart, in your mind, I know I have no mention And I’m sure I’m not special in terms of this It seems that there must be thousands that want you to be his And of them all I must be the lowest of the low When climbing to your heart it’s one step up, two below “Why won’t you love me?”- a thought omnipresent in my head If you don’t want me I’d rather be dead I know it’s not your fault, you can’t help how you’re feeling I can only blame myself for being so unappealing Why is it that who I love cannot be mutual? But when I think about it, it isn’t so unusual Because out of everyone I know and everyone I see I don’t think someone exists who could fall in love with me