Could I?

Maybe I could rhyme myself to heaven
so I wouldn't be here
Maybe lots of words
would bring some happiness near

Maybe if I wrote enough
you could get a new heart
and you wouldn't turn me away
and our souls would never part

Maybe I could rhyme away
the disgusting things you do
things would go back the way they were
and you'd start saying "I love you"

Maybe if my poems
make a high enough stack
I could run away into my dreams
and never come back

Maybe if I carve your initials
into my hand with this tack
my life could change direction
on its one-way track

Maybe a couple more verses
could take me into the sky
where you would never cross my mind
and I would never cry

Maybe when I finish this poem
I can start to dance
and never stop, just get better,
be forever entranced

Maybe when I sleep
I can forget for a little while
so when I wake I'm ready
to suffer the next mile

Maybe writing one more line
will finally do the trick
thoughts of you will go away
and stop making me sick

Maybe I can make a wish
at 11:11
I know just what I'd wish:
that I could rhyme myself to heaven