suture my wounds

i do not want to be buried with roses and regrets. i want reality to accompany me. life as it was. imperfection at its finest. i want to die with raw beauty. for all things unknown, please know that when one dies, that means they have lived, and that is all that matters. so bury me in pureness. bury me in the mistakes that i made, bury me in what was real and what was not, bury me in love that was warm, and love that... burned. bury me in forgiveness and grudges, smiles and tears, trust and broken bonds, everything and nothing at all.