Beautiful Enough To Frame

Still Breathing

I wish you could still suffer more

At least as much as I did

It is not fair seeing you so happy and free

While I am still tormented by the thought of us

I wish my ribs were made of metal

So that the beating of my heart felt numb

It would be the closest I could feel

To being dead

I wish my eyes could no longer see

The colors of the sky or of the grass

Anything too bright reminds me of what

We could have been

I wish my lungs would just stop moving

Not because I want to die

But because you are not here

And even though you are not here

I continue to breathe

Oh God does it hurt