Is it bad that everything I do I do because I know that's always what you loved about me? Like buying tea because your last words were I should buy it. I buy cherry blossom everything because you loved it. I type perfectly. I never say 'lol' because you hated it. You said you loved me, and then I made you sleep and you won't wake up... I didn't deserve you. Now, karma is taking you away. I want to take your place... I want your coma. I want to give you all the last years of my life, even if God takes them away right after I die. I want to take your beatings. I want to make the world see you for your flawlessness. The one perfect guy is dying for no reason. I shouldn't have asked you to sleep. But, I will love you. Even when I go to hell. I want to hold you high and steal your pain. I want you to be the one I see right before I die, with love in our eyes. I want to know what is happening to you. I want to find you and make you live. I've decided nothing is worth anything without you. Even our moon and stars hold no appeal. No rose is pretty enough. No thorns can hurt me more than losing you. You are my forever and always. You are the air I breathe. You are my heart. You are the source of the poems I will write. You are the one that even when I go to hell, I will think only of you.