What if I died?
Would you care?
Would you shed a tear?
Or mourn my death?
Will I finally be on your mind,
Day and night?
Or will I just be another petty goodbye?
I am dead,
But not my love.
My last thoughts will be of you,
Even though I may not even be one of your thoughts.
If you think about it,
It's rather sad how my death will be one the thing
To bring me to your attention.
You could have been the one to save me.
The one to love me when no one else wanted to.
But you never took the time to see things through my perspective.
And as I write you this poem,
I hope you believe me when I say,
I would have died for your love.
-b.n.
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PoetryA collection of my poems. Nothing too special or fancy, just an outlet book. Most of my poems are written out of inspiration from whatever I see throughout my day or a personal post on Tumblr. Others are written out of my raw emotions. So yeah, I ho...
