It is hard to see that the world moves on without you,
that when you go it does not go with you,
that people carry on living their lives,
even if it does not include you.
The earth continues to turn when you're gone,
it does not stop for a moment of silence,
it does not mourn your loss.
Is it truly selfish to want otherwise?
to feel better if the world did hurt inside?
if the nights became longer as a sign to you,
as if to say the world misses you too.
Instead, the people go and go on,
they get used to life without someone,
they adapt, they adjust, they move on,
how unkind of me to wish they didn't carry on.
At least not right away anyway,
to wish they paused for just one day,
and thought to themselves "oh where is she now,"
even better if they did so with a frown
It's sad to see that the world moves on without you,
they when you go it doesn't go with you,
You leave it behind,
I know you do,
But sometimes it's like it's the one that leaves you.
YOU ARE READING
Love, Hate and everything else in between.
PoesieA book about life, hate, pain, anger, heightened emotions and finding self love, written in form of poetry by someone who hasn't quite even quite found it yet. Cover made entirely by me. Please do not post any of my work without my permission.
