Death is Sweet That Way

The funny thing about death is how you realize the hug is warm and cold

Warm like the days of spring and cool like a breeze of October kissing your cheeks

It warms a heart of memories and appreciation through the hums of music that echo through a church

And turns it cold to the touch

Like a broken heart turned sour

Who do you think you are anyways?

Do you want just the cold of your fingertips on a winter morning to be the last way you touched a heart?

Heartbreak is death

It kills you inside

It makes you rot in self doubt and overwhelms you like a flood

Drowning

I’m sorry my death doesn’t warrant any condolences

You can’t even show up to the funeral

My death will make me rot

But from the rot will grow a sunflower

Death takes its time finding roots to grow inside you

Blooming in your chest as it squeezes the breathe out of your lungs when you cry

Drawn to your throat it shakes through the shallow of your voice and fingertips like the cold of November whispers down your back

Your eyes water through the sunlight mourning your death

The roots will weep like the arms of a willow tree

This is how you die

But when the sun shines through your tears and the moon rises beckoning your sorrow

They’ll still love you as much as death does

Death will be the love of your life

Death holds onto you with secret whispers of freedom

He’ll always bring flowers to your funeral

Soon your smile will be in bloom with roses on your cheeks that make the sunflowers bashful because they’re not as beautiful as you are

The sun will rise to make you shine

And the moon will wrap its beauty around you

Though the sun and moon rise for you

You are the one who will rise by yourself

For yourself

Death will smell like sweet lavender from hugs that pass through memories of them

Their image will die in its lies of perfection

The sun will shine through the shallow of their heart to bring light to how they’ve killed you before

Murder is lying to your face

Murder is how they make you cry

Murder is not taking responsibility

Murder is you

And your sentence is to live with yourself

From the moon, the tides of tears will come in waves

Washing over your face like kisses

Your sorrow washes off their back like rain

Let the tsunami rage through you

Let it wash over your brain like kisses on your lips in hopes to drown the memories of his on yours

Let it seep into your pillow at 3am

Find love in midnight's colorless sorrow

Drink dawn into your heart's content.