My Soul Is Made Of Cheesecake

I know who I am,
Please don't find it strange,
I don't find it very hard to picture.
I know why I will die.

My
 Grandma
              Died
                      On
                            The
                                  One
                                         Year
                                                 Anniversary
                                                                  Of
                                                                       My
                                                                            Grandpa's
                                                                                            Death.

And I will die the same way.
I will die of a broken heart.

My personality is addictive.
I'm addicted to not being able to let someone go.
I hold on to this rope in a tug-of-war of wills.
But, I always lose as my soul shatters across the floor.

  My
       Soul
                Is
                   Made
                            Of
                                 Cheesecake.

We still have everything.
I must be mistaken.
I'm watching after three little children.
I just want a little bit of love.

  Weddings
                  Would
                             Be
                                 Prettier
                                            In
                                                Pink.

People come and go,
Talking of things I will never know.
I knew it right from the start,
I will die of a broken heart.

                                I
                                   Am
                                         Such
                                                A
                                                    Lonely
                                                              Lamb.

We are looking at the same moon,
But that doesn't change the fact that:
  I
    Can't
           See
                You.

I'm facing nightmares that you can not possibly begin to read.
Just give me a minute,
The macaroni is burning on the stove.
It's funny how that's how I stole your heart.

Give
        Me
              Some
                       Control
                                   Over
                                           Mine.

I know why I will die.
These feelings never seem to lie.
It's like a sick game of narcissistic darts,
 I will die of a broken heart.