I am already nostalgic for a time that has yet to come
My heart breaks at the thought of days passing
Yet,
There is nothing I can do.
There is only acceptance
and
An attempt to make peace
It is inevitable they say,
No use hiding
No use stalling
A heartbreak in slow motion
Torture in the form of longing
Reminders of what I will soon lose
How can happiness stab me like Brutus?
How can it spit in my face with a sardonic laugh?
I thought we were friends?
