Bitter Bliss: A Poetry Collection

Don't forget

I wear your ring and smile through the pain 

pretend everything's okay when nothing is. 

I miss you so much but I can't go back

we'd both break eventually.

After getting up for the third time to write something down

I cry myself to sleep, wondering if you hate me

but I tell myself this is for the best

and will myself not to forget.

I won't let you become another dead friend

even though I thought you were, for a while.

Every name on that list is a soul lost to oblivion

and my pain has been buried deep.

But not your loss, in a different way than most.

I wore your ring the whole dang night

could it connect us through our dreams?