How hard it is to grieve someone who's not dead.
Your body is still warm,
but your heart—frozen solid
It’s terrifying, how someone can feel so dead while living.
To lose you slowly, while you’re still here,
watching you go without you ever moving.
Why does affection wound so deeply?
Why do I suffer the loss of someone still breathing?
You are still alive—
still breathing,
your heart still beating.
But to me,
you are gone.
Your feelings have withered,
and your soul has vanished, too.
I just ask myself:
Did you die in others' lives as well,
or is it only in mine?
Do they grieve for you,
or am I the only one still holding on?
STAI LEGGENDO
Poetry collection
Poesíapieces of my heart and things that I'll never say out loud. [Most of these poems are love ones]
