eleven hours was the amount of the time i spent in the icu, eleven hours in which i was p̶r̶a̶y̶i̶n̶g̶ begging for a miracle, eleven hours which still haunt me to this day.
i was doing my laundry when his mother told me that he was at the hospital, with not even a second to spare, i rushed there. (rushed does not seem appropriate when not even lightning can be compared to how fast i ran.)
i arrived to see his mother screaming at him to wake up, she was screaming at him for being a stupid boy. her eyes were the color of blood and after a few minutes, the woman could barely speak.
i remember my last moments with him, i was holding his hand while he was staring into a dark abyss. my love couldn't even recognize me, my baby didn't even remember my name. and as hard as i fought to keep the tears in, the harder it got and they came leaking out like a waterfall.
death had been far too merciful in giving me eleven hours. but i am human. i am ungrateful. i am greedy. i wanted more so i begged for more time but he refused. that very second, the line on the monitor turned straight.
there was no letter. he didn't leave anything behind. he took everything with him when he left, along with his mothers sanity and my happiness.
i see him everywhere. i see him in every daffodil i come across (they were his favorite and that's what i get him everytime i visit his grave), i see him in the stars at night, i see him in his fathers' smile, it is emotionally draining.
after this, i see the graveyard differently, i thought it to be a place where people buried the dead. but now i think of it as a place buried with stories.
he is one of those stories and a story which will be buried by many others, a story which will be forgotten by many, but a story that i will forever remember. a story which took my entire heart when it ended.
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well, wasn't this emotionally exhausting to write, i hope you guys liked it and it would mean the world to me if you guys voted and commented.
i love all of you a lot and please take care of yourself.
love love love - s
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Poesíaranked #1 in poetry - july 3rd 2018 somewhat mix of poetry about self love, depression, real beauty, happiness, true love, past mistakes and much more. no it does not rhyme and you might cry. enjoy ♡
