I don’t believe in god
if god was real they wouldn’t have put you in my life
just to take you away
if there was a higher power or a bigger meaning
you would still be here
I am so tired
tired of the thought of life without you
making memories alone
no one to share life’s most meaningful joys with
no one to share a meal with
or give me the pickles off your burger because you don’t like them even though you really gave it your best shot to like them for 6 years because you knew I loved them so they must be good
no one to lay with
no one to tickle or make little noises as we try to fall asleep for the millionth time but can’t because we’re enjoying eachothers company too much
no one to reflect on the fun we’ve had and how much fun we’ll have in the future
if god was real I wouldn’t have this pit in my stomach
I wouldn’t have to know what heart break is or why I keep calling my mom telling her I feel like I’m dying
if god was real I wouldn’t have to decide which pots I’m keeping or who’s going to take the cats
if god was real you would look me in the eyes and take it all back
give me a kiss and tell me it’s going to be okay
so we could experience a million more 6 month increments together