Okay, I'm writing this because today is my grandpa's birthday. He would've been 61 today.
I love you and I miss you.
And in a way, I blame myself.
Because I guess I fit the shoe.
That I've put high upon the shelf.
I wish that you were still here,
But I guess you had to go.
On every star that falls,
I wish for you, you know.
I never wanted you to die,
I guess I didn't think you would.
Which is why I had to cry,
And I guess I probably should.
It's been five years since you left,
But it still hurts just the same.
And I'm still trying to grieve,
Crying when I hear your name.
It's hard to just forget you,
When you're always on my mind.
I could have a therapist crew,
But I think I'd still cry.
And I hope you're doing alright,
Wherever you may be.
I'll whisper your name into the wind,
When I stand beside the sea.
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Mistaken
PoésieA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
