shitty poems

i miss you

im finding things hard because
you still aren't here. and at
times i forget that you
wont ever be here again.
sometimes it makes me cry but
sometimes i just want to scream.
life is ok and life goes on
but whenever i pick up my phone
with the intention of calling you,
to tell you about all the
good things and all the
bad things and everything in
between, i realise you aren't here
anymore, that you don't exist here
now. those times break my heart
all over again

    sd