Confessionals

I'm not going to make this monumental
You already know how I will always feel
I couldn't be the daddy that I thought I could be
I'm an Uncle
That's an honor and privelage for me
For real
I hope I'm not making too many mistakes
Feel free to give me the proper grade
I even love your criticisms and your judgements
I shaped my whole state of being,
lifeforce,
built around them.
Don't make any rushed or rash decisions…
please don't ever forget about me
if you decide to skip dimensions.
I would hold you and sing,
kissing your perfect lips lovingly
as we both fall deep asleep…
forever.
Don't ever forget to wait for me
if playing for keeps
is what you endeavor
I'll slit my wrists beside you,
share my pills
straight down the middle
to split equally.
Even if you survive,
(and, God, hopefully)
I'll have died peacefully
with the girl of my dreams
just in reach
of my last caress
my slipping sense of feelings
drifting…
Happiness at long last.