This is the last poem I'm ever writing for you.

And I'm gonna make this shit out like a memorial too.

only the R.I.P. is gonna stand for Remember in Peace cuz your memories

won't ever be put to Rest.

They're only things that remained blessed while

I cross my chest and pray for the best.

Enduring God's test

Convincing myself I am more

than what your love was worth

Witholding the mistakes

That I'm still trying to manifest

Painfully shoving you aside

Cuz my pride can't control the rest.

But baby...why do you insist on raising yourself from the dead?

The pieces just won't fit

after all the hurt that's been bled.

And there's nothing left to say

After everything you said

Every heartbeat you delayed

Found its way back with revenge

But this poem is not for you

The same way funerals are not for the dead

They're for the living

Cuz I need time to take in the fact

That this love no longer exists

Just a moment of silence for the moments that could have been

R.I.P.