IMY. Will You "IMY" me too?

*this isnt a poem*

yuck.
is it blood?
damn.


am i dying already?
first there was the throbbing headache.
then the cold, like a thousand needle, pricking through my skin.

and
now my lips bleed.


i can taste the blood.
sweet.
kidding


when i die, i'll miss you.
will you "i miss you" me?


when i die, will you miss me?
will you think of me?
visit my grave?
cry?
pray for me?
bring flowers to me?
orchids are great

will you
talk to me?
talk to my grave?
keep my phone number?
that's daft

i miss you. i hope you miss me too
now that i'm still very much alive

(crap)