Someone will remember me.

this is not what i plan my tombstone to say, though.

Someone will remember me.
Someone tall, dark, and handsome with a heart not afraid to bleed.
Someone will tell about me.
They will tell of late nights and early mornings.
Pills and problems and pieces missing.
Someone will complain about me.
Bitch and moan about the hearts I stole.
The hearts I didn’t even care for.
Someone might praise about me.
Some things I said, gifts I gave.
But only once in a great while.

Someone will assassinate me.
Shoot me with a bullet loaded with every stray remark I ever made
They will shoot me with the dirt I was too good to step on
The bed sheets of a boy I lied to and slept in

Someone will love me
My grace and my noise
My laughter and trying poise
They’ll be addicted to my habits
And I’ll adore the feet they stand on

Even though those feet will probably, one day, be stomping on me
Even my ideas and all they once agreed with
But it's no matter, I'm not one to care.

Atleased I know that, if even on their feet, I am there.

And someone will remember me.