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Take me, whole
I am paining a die-ful pain.
Each day writing a living will and testament.
To yesterday, I leave my plans of a blissful future.
For the aching day before today, deserves to know that
I am trying for a weightless tomorrow.
To my friends, I give you the color wheel that is my humor.
You seemed to embrace it, even when it seemed you couldn't.
To my parent's daughter, I leave you with so much of my baggage.
So much that you won't be able to carry it by yourself,
But I know that you are still alone.
To the one true love of my life, I leave you my jacket...
I know it was always cold when I was around.
But you should know that the warmth from your angelic being touched even the arctic tundra that was my heart.
To my mother, I leave you with my soul.
I know that all these years it painted you a portrait of me.
Perhaps not the picture you wished for,
But I know that your artistic love will dream it to be.
To my father, I give you my all.
Because I am afraid that I have failed to ever do that before,
And that is all that you had ever asked of me.
To this life I give my core.
The core of me in pieces, if it promised not to break any further.
Otherwise to do with as you please.
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