Friday, June 19, 2026

Random Poetry

Its june. The grief is sweating through my skin like an ice cream cone in the summer. 
The months are flying by quicker and quicker. Why did time only stop for me when you died. Was i the only one who truly felt the pain of a sword being slowly pushed into my chest as i gasped for air trying to understand. Why me but most of all why you. What lesson does death teach you. That nothing last forever? The art of detachment and showing you the beauty of the ending of life. I sadly have yet to find the beauty in missing someone forever. I only cry and continue to question myself if i was ever truly ready for life. Im not sure where this one was going im fried its late bye.

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