I just got the news of you leaving
this world.
I regret not telling you that I love you
I regret not telling you about all the things that I love about you
I regret not telling you about how fun those times I spent with you were
I regret not telling you all the things we did together that I treasure
I regret minding too much about how my voice would have trembled if I had told you all these feelings.
I love you.
I miss you.
and I’ll never forget you.
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 9:45 AM UTC
what a wonderful thing
what a wonderful thing
she was my heart,
my soul,
my everything
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 2:25 AM UTC
my eyes are rain clouds
they’re stormy
and I’m tired
of tears falling
wish you called one more time
it’s raining. it’s pouring.
it’s 3 am in the morning
and I just need you by my side
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 3:24 AM UTC
you thought
i could be
your friend
when you didn't have a problem leaving
and when i am here grieving
Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 2:57 AM UTC
to be like icarus
to taste the clouds
to reach for the sun
to fall
as your wings melt
down your back
then on your skin
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 3:49 AM UTC
You are walking down the hall when you see her. She stops and stares, and here, alone in the cool, shadowed corner of the palace, there is no longer any pretense that you do not know each other.
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 12:12 AM UTC
"Hope is a shameful thing." Her lips twist into a smile.
You remember how good it felt to hate the world together.
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 12:09 AM UTC
The garden is beautiful tonight but somehow you are all I think of.
She sees it in your face.
"Hey...."
> I'm okay.
> I can't stop thinking about it.
**> You shouldn't have to deal with my **** Let's just have a good time.
.
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 12:07 AM UTC
You trail away. The sky is spinning a glowing vortex of radial star lines. You fall to the ground, arms sprawled behind your head, writhing as the universe hypnotizes you.
You feel the grass growing over your face. Feel yourself sinking into the earth. Soft, warm, like the roots are veins, red brown dark, fertile, rich, fecund, churning with life.
You think about your long life of fear. About waking up as a husk tomorrow. You clutch at the grass. It twists and tears in your hands and the dew feels like blood.
Like being dragged out of a deep pit where you've lived so long in isolation you no longer had any reference point, but now that you've seen the light and tasted clean air, you'd fight like a rabid animal to stay free.
You look around and you can't see your dead friend anywhere.
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 12:04 AM UTC
