I keep all your letters in the first envelope you sent me
The first time my heart knew what it was like to miss someone
Because I used to think that I knew What pain was
But, darling, now I know that I didn't Have a clue
I hope it doesn't hurt you as much as It hurts me
I want to believe that the strength that I admire most about you is still there
But mine isn't
And I don't know how much more I Can take
Because I can deal with the stares
And I can deal with the stories
But I can't deal with the silence at Night
The one replacing your laugh
Your laugh that used to fill this empty house with joy
You're walk up the stairs that Reminded all of us that you were still Here
You see, we were all scared that You'd disappear someday
But I think right now is when we Learn what real fear is
Because nothing's scarier then Waking up without you here
Nothing is more terrifying than Walking outside of my room and not Seeing your face
Nothing in the world will hurt me as Much as your absence
And nothing will heal me like your Presence
YOU ARE READING
Decrepit
PoetryI've decided to be vulnerable in the only way I know how. So this is my life, read if you'd like.
