In the loving memory of the most, Amazing and loving person that,
I have and will ever come across.
I miss them so much.
I love them.
°************°
The life of the brave,
Vanished.
They fought with all their heart.
And took my heart with.
A person meant so much,
Just one person.
Their presence made a difference,
And now they're gone.
Their laughs.
Their smiles.
Their hugs.
Them.
All gone.
Never again visible.
All lost.
My heart gone.
My voice gone.
I'm gone.
Oh, how I miss them!
I miss their worry.
I miss their carefree.
I miss their love.
I have their memory.
I have them in my heart.
But I want them with me.
Physically present through my life.
If life were like a pool,
They held my hand,
All through the shallow.
And left me completely,
Threw me in the deep.
Why me?
Why them?
I want more time.
I need more time.
Their smell comforts me.
That's it.
That's all that's left of them.
Smell.
I sit in their room,
Only to feel alone.
I found them at their end.
And now I'm haunted.
I feel scared.
I am scared.
I am wounded.
Deeply.
And I can't seem to heal.
How can I?
After all,
How can one heal,
When they have new wounds,
Everyday.
Life seems unreal.
Fake all of a sudden.
I can't seem to comprehend my loss.
I don't want to.
I deny it.
I refuse it.
I rebel it.
Only to be hit by reality.
It really has happened.
My life has become a nightmare.
A nightmare I can't seem to,
Get up from.
As much as I try.
I am still stuck.
Stuck in a box,
Where I live in a fairytale.
A land where they are with me.
I live in fear of collapsing,
Crumbling.
Which I slowly am.
I am strong.
I am strong?
I am strong.
I can handle everything.
No matter how much I hurt.
It's just pain.
And pain passes.
Slowly,
But surely passes.
I am strong.
I need to run away.
Away to heal.
I want a break from all the pain.
My chest hurts.
My gut is tangled.
My heart is sinking.
My nerves are trembling.
I am shook.
Terribly traumatised.
I saw them leave me,
Slowly leave me alone,
To fend for myself.
I never lived a day without them.
And now,
I guess I'm left with others.
No one can ever compare to them.
They were the best.
That's why it hurts more.
It's still raw,
All the pain.
New wounds,
New pain.
Person,
Gone.
Completely gone.
I can never see their face again.
Never.
And it hurts.
Hurts to realise.
I want everything to be normal again.
I want them back.
I feel lost.
I feel lonely.
I feel miserable.
I feel defeated.
All the fight,
For nothing but further pain.
How they fought.
Like the braveheart they were.
I broke seeing their fight.
And soon they broke too.
I love them.
I miss them.
I want them back.
~CRosOver
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