Poem- Funeral

I am cursed with certainty

It plagues my every thought 

You're everything I wanted 

And I'm everything you're not

My words are laced with steel

My ire could draw blood

You long for empty sympathizes

A flower still in its bud

I am nothing sweet and floral

My petals died leaving only thorns

They line the scars on my body

I'm always left rotting, forlorn

My corpse is wrapped in vines

To protect my decaying heart

You only visit my grave

To tear my soul apart 

But I'd come back to life 

If you said that you were sure

I'd come running if you cared for me

On my tombstone, they'd leave myrrh

So bury me six feet under

When you're finished with whatever's left

Because hearing about your uncertainty

That felt a lot like death

-Funeral