i still dream of you.
not that hopeful dreaming,
the kind that leaves you feeling
lighter but oh so scared.
no,
it's the dreaming that leaves you
gasping for breath that won't come,
clawing at the air trying to hold something
because we can't stand losing anyone, i mean, anything else.
it's the dreaming that cripples you,
because it leaves you searching for
someone that isn't there, that doesn't
want to be found.
i wish i could find you,
just to get this god awful feeling
out of my chest.
but it's futile so i'm left
clutching the shards of memories you left, letting them cut deeper and deeper.
i can't let them go,
people tell me i shouldn't let them
taint you,
but they don't understand.
i'm scared to forget,
i don't want these scars to heal,
because isn't erasing the pain
losing a part of you too?
YOU ARE READING
i miss you
Poetryfor anyone out there struggling, please live. trigger warning: if you are sensitive to allusions to suicide or death than please avoid this book. i thought this was completed but turns out grieving takes a crap ton of time.
