my mind keeps playing tricks on me.
it keeps thinking the things i can't think.
like "i can't wait to tell him about this",
"he won't believe this when i tell him", or
"he's going to be so proud of me".
it's like i forget that he's not there anymore.
the one person i ran to first to tell anything
to is no longer in my life.
not having you as a lover is one thing...
not having you as my best friend...
that's the hardest thing of all.
YOU ARE READING
The Night The Stars Went Out
Poetrya book of poetry about love and the grieving of losing that love. i am writing this as i learn to heal through the breakup and heartbreak of losing the one person i loved. this is a book of vulnerability, sadness but also strength. you are heard, yo...
