The Soiree

It was
exactly
one year
ago

That we
were all
sat in
that tent

But there
was only
one who
truly
listened

To my
broken
hearted
lament

From that
day we’ve
kept in
touch

Developing
connections
of our
own

That’s
because
you chose
both of us

To reap
from the
seeds you
had sown

The Daily Mantra

Resist
that
urge

To
binge
and
purge

Put
the box
back
under
the bed

Before
the
demons
emerge

And
your
emotions
splurge

Find a
pen and
start
writing
instead

Bat Shit Crazy

I saw you
in the birds

I heard them
cry your name

Your tears were
in the river

Your passion
in that flame

Watching
over me

Like a shadow
in the night

Trying to give
me comfort

But just giving
me a fright

Lies

There is no better place.
Those we love don’t walk beside us.
There are no other rooms.
You will stand at that grave and weep.
There are more than five stages.
There are more than two parts.
Tears are not silent.
There is no peace or comfort to find.
Time heals nothing.
You’ll always walk alone.

And grief is like a fucking tsunami,
so good luck learning to swim in that.

 

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