Is it normal that I like to write poems like this one?

Forgive me, because the heart beats so
slow
In a way that you could never
understand much less know
Forgive me, because my heart beats the
slowest
Slower than a snail
It beats the quietest
Like snow falling from the skies
Dissolves quickly, never to be seen again
My skin is cold like ice
Not a drop of warmth to be found
The pulse that last echoed will never
sound again
And be forgotten like a memory taken
hostage by the wind
The systems in my habitat have
stopped flourishing
The buds have fallen off the trees
And the flowers have wilted
The maintainers, the workers have all
run away
The flora and fauna are gone forever
My windows are shut tight
My windows are run down and cracked
My soul has left and traversed
elsewhere
My shell was drowning in a lagoon of
red
The earth has stored it elsewhere
Gaia is now one with the shell
Please, forgive me for not informing you
sooner
I deeply regret it
Don't look for me anymore
Keep your love to yourself
Hold it like a trophy in your heart of red
Never Forget
That the one you love is now dead