Better Than Me Poem by Dakota Ellerton

My thoughts now,
I shall take to my grave.
As if my flesh and organs weren't already rotten and foul.
I told you I'd be strong,
but my body is about to buckle.
The weight so carelessly placed on me,
has worn me down.
Even to write this is painful.
My hand aches and throbs.
Have I broken my knuckle this time?
In a good deed,
I found punishment itself.
It was selfish of me to rush to you,
lying through my teeth.
Such a love could have never exhisted,
we're both aware of that.
In life so much isn't ment to be,
people aren't always ment to be.
Still, I challenged a theory to prove useful.
If keeping me around were a burden,
would you whisper in my ear to die?
Spread such sweet pleasures on me,
as you yell I simply shouldn't be.
Thinking I thought all there was to know about you,
I suppose I never really knew anything at all.
I'm just as blind as ever to you,
I'm just as foolish.
Maybe it was wishful thinking to believe in love,
maybe it was hope that we'd really found it.
Regardless,
if a blind man can see an endless beauty in a world no longer visual,
how could I be so quick to fold?