In my mind,
I will never pass this year.
I will die on my way to December
In my mind,
There are no things that I love more
than the idea of eternity with myself
Erasing the bruises with love and forgiveness
From me
For me
In my mind,
I died already
And this poem is my eulogy.
Thank you.
For those hugs you gave me before.
Let me dig my own grave for a moment
I will definitely see you on the other side (or maybe not)