Please, tell me it makes sense
That I’m still in denial, still shocked that it happened,
That I can’t imagine a life different than the one I had with you,
That I need more time to process your loss and understand how and why it ended.
Please, tell me it makes sense
That I’ve had a pile of clothes on my bed for weeks and still haven’t moved it out of my way,
That I can’t get my self to wake up nor sleep in the first place,
That I eat almost nothing a day.
Please, tell me it makes sense
That my heart still beats faster every time I think of you,
That my brain can’t stop thinking of you,
That my eyes won’t stop crying over losing you,
That my stomach shrinks in pain every time I realize I have actually lost you.
Please, tell me it makes sense that I can’t let go of you.