it was joyous
waking up each morning
knowing I'd see your face
but the happiness faded
the light dimmed into grey
you became so full of hate
i was now reliant
on the the fact that you'd stayed
but once that ceased to be the case
i had to learn to stand
without a shaft to lean against
everyday was a struggle
my chest stung from the pain
i shut myself from others
some only love for their gain
YOU ARE READING
to die would be an awfully big adventure
Poetryit may not look like it, but i'm okay i just miss you sometimes. {for the people who have had someone leave that they could never forget} (Completed)
