I wish you were with me,
So I could share the stories and news of the day,
I wish you could see,
Without you, the sky is always gray,
I wish you were with me,
Instead of so far away.
"When are you collecting your stuff?"
Fuck, that cuts,
Deep beyond the articulation of words.
I said, "I never actually wanted this",
And all you could reply,
"Neither did I, but here we are".
Normally, I would howl in pain,
At the thought of being without you,
But you've made it so easy,
For me,
To forget you.
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Author:
siranswerer (
Offline) - Published: May 1st, 2019 13:53
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Comments1
I am thankful for this poem. Hurt anger and pain are tools of the healing. On the way up!
I didnt even see this. Thanks bud.
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