When someone goes from is to was.
The world.
It crumbles
And shakes
And ceases to ever be the same again
Except it doesn't
It still continues to rotate
It still continues to wake up every morning even when he doesn't.
It still continues the be
Even though he is no longer be, he is been
He is no longer is, he is was
He no longer sees, he saw
He is no longer a friend, but a memory
The world broke when he became was
Except it wasn't the world it was us.
It was us who's worlds were broken by the simple correction of is to was.
And when you have to continue to be when he has been.
When the world inside your chest drops every time you remind yourself that he who was once your friend, is now your memory.
You have to remind yourself to breathe as he once did.
And smile as he once did
Laugh as he once did
cry as he once he once did
And be.
I lost a friend and then got stoned.
After I sobered up I wrote a poem.
This is it.
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Fucked up teens poetry
PoetryI go through shit in my life and then turn it into metaphors to help me make sense of it and sometimes I share. I honestly started this when I was in a bad place. I want everyone to know there is hope and it DOES get better. All but the last poem wh...
