i still refuse to sleep on your side of the bed
i know that's your spot. i remember.
i still keep your pillow on your chair propped up.
i know you didn't like it slouching. i remember.
i still keep white roses in a blue vase on the coffee table.
i know you loved white roses and hated red ones, i remember.
i remember what you love.
i remember what you enjoy.
and your habits became mine
and now i can't take your habits away from me.
because they help me believe you're still here.
my friends have started calling me crazy.
they're saying you aren't here, that you're in a better place.
but it was all a myth when they said you're in a better place
because if you were really in a better place
you'd be here with me.
but you're gone.
forever gone. forever gone from me.
and i try telling myself that you're in a better place
but i can't bring myself to it.
because you're still here..
i know it....
i know it.
i know it.
[delusional]
YOU ARE READING
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Şiirjust shitty poems that i've written while i was bored asf