Waking up becomes a difficult task to do without you.
"He's in a better place" they say.
Anyone who says that clearly has never suffered a loss of a soulmate.
What better place than to be here with me?
Yet he's still gone.
I make myself wallow in it because it's what feels right.
Skipping friend gatherings, skipping meals, skipping life.
"She's going downhill" they say.
I'd rather be going downhill with you than uphill without you.
The day ends and I feel just as empty as I did this morning.
Sure, I could leave my house and clear my thoughts.
But if I did any more, any less, I would be happy.
And who wants that, if my "happiness" is without you?
~A.T
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Sad Poems
PoetryA collection of poems that may pain you to read, possibly as much as they pained me to write
