poesie

weight

and it once more weighs on my heart.

is it ever going to get better?

am I ever going to learn

how to live without you?

I search comfort in empty words

and empty promises:

I'll find a way.

I'll be okay.

we'll be together again.

how can I trust these days,

when the gods have shown me

the best way out,

and I've forsaken myself?