yonder

ok, sure, I pretended, I confess
and I made up that I was lost
in the woods
night and day
but i lied
just to make you cry
i wondered how much you would feel
if i died
and it was romantic
to imagine you crying
sadness is always a little bit of dying
its everytime we get outside ourselves
its like when we see a roosters blood
and it makes us feel bad
awkward
wonder.