Ten short somethings

I like being small,

it helps me disappear.

I hate feeling small,

it's like I'm not here.

On my tombstone

I want it to read:

She didn't live life

by default.

I am

the sum

of the good things

I've done.

They are subtle drops

of nothingness

that trickle down

and dissolve

any somethingness.

Is it too late

to say hello

again?

Every fleeting figure

In a dark, dainty suit 

could be you...

I just want to say hello

and a proper goodbye. 

You aren't my favorite,

but I come in peace.

It was my shell

to ease out of,

not yours

to crush. 

When you've always

kept to yourself,

but them - 

you want to keep.

Even the Phoenix

must master its fire

or be consumed by it.