Dead Like Me

I heard you found someone new

and that she’s in love with you

i’m glad things turned out well

you’re in heaven from where i fell

we swore we’d be good friends, at least

and though our love’s what i miss

i wish you and her the best

i wish you joy and happiness

take care of her and she of you

because that’s what loving couples do

hold her had when she needs holding

correct her gently if she needs scolding

be her fortress, be her strength

listen to her and be her friend

just love her like you didn’t love me

*i got this poem on my pile of papers and i cannot remember where i got this from.. it touched my heart*

angels do not exist.

if they do,

why does my heart bleed

why do i suffer from heartaches and pain

why does my tears show in millions

why am i shattered

angels do not exist.

if they do,

can they mend my broken world

can they put my glass pieces back

can they step back for me to go forward

can they stop breathing for me to live

i for one doesn’t believe in angels

they were created to bring hope,

   but they’re not made of hope

they were created to spread love

   yet their wings are clipped

they should talk of faith,

   sadly they don’t exist.

perhaps angels are creatures

  made by the heart

problem is,

i don’t have a heart

can angels bring it back

for me to say that

Angels do exist.