This is another repost from the Dark Poetry poem-a-day email list.  I read this on my phone while laying in bed at my parent’s house, and it brought me back to high school and the depression of realizing for the first time that shit like this happens and sometimes all you can do is write poetry about it.

wild orchid – by edenscancer

so it’s Sunday mass like the time we fucked in the confessional booth
except this time your laid out in a casket like a piece of meat and silk

Like a cocaine graced angel, in midst of rehabilitation haze

like a warm night and a sad sight like somewhere I thought we were before
but it was just a dream and we were young like two kids playing on the floor

I met this girl she didn’t see me when I was crying over you
Although sometimes I wake up screaming and she holds me
while I remember you
And she says It’s ok If I’m still in love with you
even though I know your dead and I must confess
I keep thinking you’ll wake up and
everything will be like a nightmare passed

it’s in the past

and her heart is like the orchids they laid at your feet when they buried you
soft and sweet I’m sure you remember I wasn’t there because I was  getting better
I was draining the pain from my veins and ditching the drug that killed you
remember when you died in my arms, when I was holding you
And you sang your song to me, I knew you were dead when your tears stopped

And death came

to calm the shakes

in the alleyway

your last damned wish

was don’t die this way

yasei ran’ you went away

and I wake up sweating

and start to scream

which is where I write

this fucked up scene

And I met a girl, her face is like the sexiest satin that cools the skin when she kisses
I was torn apart and remembering you when she met me
I was going to kill myself when she came to me and held me

I love her more than life itself
and when I see her my heart stops like
your heart did

And I hope you understand

I hope you understand

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