It's hard to look at you and not wonder when you'll
End.
It's hard not to stop you from sleeping
There,
Right where
She
Used to sleep.
It's hard not to treat you like you are
Her.
You're not.
You're different.
It's hard not to see you as a
Clock
On
Dying
Batteries,
Ticks gitting slower,
Tocks getting quieter.
It's hard not to look at you and be afraid,
Afraid of time,
Afraid of everything.
It's hard not to look at you and
Try to
Change
Your
Batteries,
Even though they're not
Dying
Yet.
It's hard not to look at you and realize how much
Time
Has gone by,
How
Little
Is
Left.
It's hard not to look at you and think
Three-
Three stages before you die.
Baby,
Adult,
Senior.
But we could always add on that
Fourth.
It's hard not to look at you and remember the
Stupid
Things you've done,
The things that will get you
Killed.
It's hard not to remember those things and realize that
Stages
Might not matter for you.
It's hard not to try to get you to
Love me,
When she loved me
So much.
❤️RIP Marmalade, I will always love you, princess.❤️
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Black Abyss
PoetryA collection of poetry that covers issues from all over the world, issues that strike everyone's lives. I hope you enjoy, and I hope you find meaning in the words I scrawl on this page. ❤️ --- Thanks a ton to LYNWAH for being such a wonderful friend...
