i've finally gotten to the point,
the point when you realize they're actually gone.
and i can't help but just sit here and choke,
i sit here and choke,
on the words i never said,
and the things i never did.i'm broken.
like shattered glass,
and oh god, it hurts.i can't stop thinking about you,
i haven't cried so much in so long.
you'd be upset that i'm sad,
you always hated when i was sad.i tried Clo i really tried.
i tried to move on
i tried to be strong
i'm not as strong as you were Clover.everytime there's a picture of you i tear up,
everytime someone says your name, i choke.
i shouldn't be upset, i know.
cause Clo you're happy and free,
and i should be happy too.it's so selfish of me to want you back,
to want you here, where you suffered.
but i need you, we need you.it all just seems so empty,
we all seem so broken.Clover please come back.
YOU ARE READING
Easy Breathing Baby
Short StoryClover. March 22, 2001 - February 08, 2015. Goodbye bubbles..