I had asked for a sliver of normality
until my quests were over,
until on my One I could focus.
I got a week
in which we shielded
ourselves from each other
like we hadn't been lovers
for what felt like a lifetime.
There's no us anymore,
hell was unleashed and
I can't avoid thinking
of my sweet boy now long gone.
I shiver and cry
as I think of them,
finally content
as the distraction set back.
I hope not to be replaced
by a feeling of loss,
by the same cold ocean
that holds me ransom.
We were linked
from the very start
but I hope, my love,
you're doing better so far.
YOU ARE READING
Falling out
Poetryrollercoaster of emotions of a teen on an adventure called life, sad version
