As I sit and stare out the window on the bus,
I rememer what it was like when it was the two of...

When I’m with the guys,
And you stand all alone...

Lying on my deathbed,
Staring at the sky...

I feel your hot breath on the nape of my neck,
I feel your fingers brushing my spine...

The newborn babe opens its eyes,
The toddler mostly screams and cries...

It hurts so much to see you,
It makes me want to cry...

I carved a “V” upon my arm
Not intending any harm...

“I’m going away,” I say,
As I feel the outline of your face...

Do you remember when your mom died?
Do you remember how I was by your side...

I’m going to write a poem now,
I do not know if it will rhyme...

I will not leave your mind,
I will not give you peace...

The crimson stains the floor,
Seeping from my wrists...