i'm 22 now,
I still don't understand grief.
i've lost people, things,
myself even.
it's never felt like this before...
I know about denial, and anger, bargaining, depression and even acceptance.
I've been through it all before, I've lived it and felt better after.
but I think there's a secret sixth stage of grief that no one ever tells you about
a kind of grief only unlocked when you lose something profound.
I don't feel anger like I normally would, or sad like usual after a loss. not this time. There's no denial, no acceptance for this one.
I would burn the world to the ground if I could.
I would etch your image into every surface I found until the very earth couldn't spin without knowing you were there, that you existed upon it.
I would write books in your name,
write words so life altering that every person who read my verses would never love again without loving in your image.
there's a middle space, between acceptance and denial.
a soft inky black space that you used to fill with light, that used to hum with the sound of your purr. a warmth that was extinguished when you did.
and id flip myself inside out if it meant I was with you
..wherever it is you went
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 11:02 PM UTC
When I'm gone,
Remember me.
hear me in the birds that chirp and sing,
loud and cheery outside your window,
waking you softly.
see me in the clouds,
in the sunset,
in a flower growing from cracks in sidewalk.
remember me.
feel my presence.
when you walk amongst nature and see the trees wave,
when dandelion fluffs blow across an overgrown field,
when snowflakes fall onto skin and cling before melting.
think of me often.
do as I would.
pet the stray cat,
take pictures of the moon,
smell every flower you come across.
bathe in sunlight,
dance around a campfire,
make bad jokes and laugh at them yourself.
feel things deeply.
remember me.
Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 3:25 AM UTC
you haven't even left yet,
but i'm already missing you.
6 773 kilometers,
Thats an ocean to pass through.
its only been 8 months,
but it feels like my whole life.
now you're going home,
and we've run out of time.
maybe our paths will cross,
or maybe we won't meet again.
maybe we'll write more books,
or maybe this is our chapters end.
these months have been good,
you became my closest friend.
but now my heart is broken,
and i'm not sure that it will mend.
i don't want you to go,
sure we can call and we can text.
but its not the same,
cause who knows when ill see you next.
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC
I yelled into the night,
demanded once and for all to be seen.
I stole the stars from the sky,
i made them bow to me.
Angry words clawed at my throat,
the words tore me apart.
But i never let them out,
they picked me to pieces from the start.
My soul screamed,
As i wailed in agony.
The child locked in my mind,
Begging to be set free.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 8:20 PM UTC