When I'm gone
I want you to
remember me as happy.
I want your only image of me to be smiling. I want all the good times and the great times to be
repeating in your head
as opposed to the tears and sadness.
Please keep all those simple, satisfying times in mind.
Remember me as the one who was there for you,
and listened to you, and craved to hear you.
I didn't bail on you like others might have and I didn't want to.
Listen to my voice tell you how amazing you really are.
I don't want my words "I'm sorry" to be what's
tattooed on your skull as often as I said it. Think about the letters I wrote you where I
poured my soul out to you and told you
I was blessed by God himself to have met someone
as extraordinary as you.
Remember me as the kooky kid
who made faces and acted strange so comfortably around you.
I was quite the character wasn't I?
Forget that awkward body language debating on whether not I should hug you,
or speak to you for that matter.
Remember me as real.
As someone who made mistakes
and who was human.
Someone who had real thoughts, real desires, real morals, real vulnerability...
a real heart.
Remember me as gentle.
The caring person I was brought up to be.
I was sweet-spoken and soft.
I would hug you sometimes just to remind you that there is someone on this earth who will always be there to hug you
and do it gladly.
And both of my shoulders will always be yours to cry on.
Remember me as a human that was hurting.
That had lost all I have ever wanted or could have ever asked for.
Keeping my eyes closed to dream of you made me a bit blind...
and I think you would agree.
Remember me as the adventurous type
you seldomly saw me as.
The type to take risks,
the girl who would do anything with you.
The type to look a fool if it meant you never leaving my side
like you pinky promised.
Remember me as the best possible,
the best person I showed you.
The good person.
The real me that I showed you
and only you.
Remember me as the beautiful girl
you made me believe I am.
Not the ugly girl trying to claw her way out.
And most of all,
instead of the girl who hurt you,
remember me as the girl who loved -
mostly you.
I want you to
remember me as happy.
I want your only image of me to be smiling. I want all the good times and the great times to be
repeating in your head
as opposed to the tears and sadness.
Please keep all those simple, satisfying times in mind.
Remember me as the one who was there for you,
and listened to you, and craved to hear you.
I didn't bail on you like others might have and I didn't want to.
Listen to my voice tell you how amazing you really are.
I don't want my words "I'm sorry" to be what's
tattooed on your skull as often as I said it. Think about the letters I wrote you where I
poured my soul out to you and told you
I was blessed by God himself to have met someone
as extraordinary as you.
Remember me as the kooky kid
who made faces and acted strange so comfortably around you.
I was quite the character wasn't I?
Forget that awkward body language debating on whether not I should hug you,
or speak to you for that matter.
Remember me as real.
As someone who made mistakes
and who was human.
Someone who had real thoughts, real desires, real morals, real vulnerability...
a real heart.
Remember me as gentle.
The caring person I was brought up to be.
I was sweet-spoken and soft.
I would hug you sometimes just to remind you that there is someone on this earth who will always be there to hug you
and do it gladly.
And both of my shoulders will always be yours to cry on.
Remember me as a human that was hurting.
That had lost all I have ever wanted or could have ever asked for.
Keeping my eyes closed to dream of you made me a bit blind...
and I think you would agree.
Remember me as the adventurous type
you seldomly saw me as.
The type to take risks,
the girl who would do anything with you.
The type to look a fool if it meant you never leaving my side
like you pinky promised.
Remember me as the best possible,
the best person I showed you.
The good person.
The real me that I showed you
and only you.
Remember me as the beautiful girl
you made me believe I am.
Not the ugly girl trying to claw her way out.
And most of all,
instead of the girl who hurt you,
remember me as the girl who loved -
mostly you.
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