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Hawley Anne Jan 2021
9 years now it has been,
another year went by.... yet again.
My heart still aches,  you consume my thoughts.
The sound of your voice,
a memory I've tragically lost.
Time never heals you,
it just makes things fade.
So I worry with terror,
will I forget your face?
I try to hold on to those far away days,
to keep them from slipping and fading away.
Desi will be 9 soon and Lily's now 2,
I wish oh so much they could have met you.
You would have loved them,
they would have loved you.
But the fact is you're gone now,
so there's nothing I can do.
Your Tweety Bird misses you every day,
on this day every year,
another piece of me breaks.
Because although you technically left the 17th,
today was the day that YOU ceased to be.
I lost you uncle 9 years ago today,
and I still regret the things I didn't say.
So yes every year I'll come here and cry,
be angry with the world and again ask you why.
Why did you have to leave us like that,
And tell you that all I want is you back.
I love you so much and I hope that you knew,
I'll try to remember that you loved me too.
If I don't stop now I'll keep writing forever,
so I think it's time to end this sad letter.
I love you uncle forever its true,
I will always remember the days spent with you.
Goodbye, I love you and I miss you more,
Then ever I thought possible before.
Sincerely,
Forever and always
Love your,
Tweety Bird.
This is the version that I felt comfortable posting on his Memorial Facebook page, the version all my family read... I posted a slightly different, and much more personal and painful version on this site. I felt I'd get less judgement here. 🥺   Thank you all for always being so kind and encouraging
Hawley Anne Dec 2020
The rain came down in buckets,
as she sat all by herself.
And with each passing raindrop,
a new more painful memory felt.

Some were bad and yes lots were worse,
but the ones that hurt the most.
Where all the happy memories,
of all the times that they were close.


With smiles on both faces,
And love in both their hearts.
Those were the memories,
with which she wished to part.

Because she can just gloss over,
and not long for the bad times.
But it's impossible to just forget,
When she was his,
And he
.....was .....

Mine.
Hawley Anne Nov 2020
Never before had I felt so betrayed,
it's like all those promises, never were made.
     Joke was on me though, for thinking that true,  were any of the words, spoken by you.
     Like shattered glass, in pieces it's torn,
my heart, it was broken, beaten and worn.
     Used for convenience, or maybe it was for fun?
     But did I truly deserve, everything that you'd done?
     Did you get enjoyment, from the tears that I'd cry?
      It felt like you did, I still don't understand why.
      Promises were broken, trust was shattered; no repair.
      And then, you had the nerve, to try to tell me you cared.
Hawley Anne Nov 2020
The day my heart was ripped from my chest,
And the air left me all in one breath.
Was the day that I first heard them say,
They were taking my baby girl Lily away.
And it's been two years now,
Time sure does fly.
Every minute that passes me,
I'm more ready to die.
But **** is evil and it has no soul,
It will devour your existence swallow you whole.
And still, more of you it will demand,
Until every part of you, it will have.
Take take take is all it will do,
And yet somehow you think the powers with you?
**** is so deceptive sneaky and cunning,
You can try to stop it but there is no point in running.
You probably won't ever escape from its clutches,
Only about 2% of addicts have permanently done it.  
Those aren't hopeful numbers at all,
But if you don't get away now,
only further you'll fall.
Deep deep down descending to hell,
Everyone knows it except you, you can't tell.
So please if you're thinking of trying this evil,
Stop it's not worth the pain that you'll feel.
And if you are stupid and don't take my advice,
I give it a year before you say I was right.
And if that's the case,
Well, there is not much I can do.
So go on keep using,
****, it seems was stronger than you.
Hawley Anne Nov 2020
There are things about me,
Things that I do.
That makes me hate myself,
when I talk to you.

See you remind me,
That I could get clean.
But addiction is so strong,
When it's methamphetamine.

It's not like any other,
I've done lots of drugs before.
But this stuff is toxic,
I hate it but need more.

Can you even imagine,
What it's like for me?
Hating it every moment,
And wishing to be clean.

Every time I take a hit,
It nearly brings me to tears.
I know it is the reason,
I've missed Lily's first 2 years.

Can I even stop using it?
Want to but don't know I can.
Years of pain I've been numbing,
I just don't understand.

Like every waking moment,
Of my life is nothing but ****.
So as I sit there thinking all this,
I exhale and take one more hit...
Hawley Anne Nov 2020
He had promised her the world,
When first they had met.
Fast forward about 4 years,
All she's been given was regret.
Trust and loyalty broken,
To many times to count,
She Gave him all her love,
And he just threw it out.
Never did he ever care for her,
She finally realized,
Every word he spoke to her,
Each of them all lies.
Nothing but abuse he gave,
The only tangible gift.
All she ever wanted,
Was to just be only his.
And still he always would cheat and lie,
and when faced with the proof,
he just denied.
So you see her time it's wasted,
But she won't give up yet.
Because shes stuck there waiting,
For the man she met to come back...
Hawley Anne Nov 2020
Rose's with thorns waiting to draw blood,
a heartbroken girl who thought she had been loved.
The inky blackness of skies on a moonless night,
finding comfort in the darkness she always hid from the light.
A shadow of a doubt that's caused by the knowledge,
and all of her thoughts about everything he did.
Slowly the wounds in her heart started to ache,
still, the only person she wanted had caused her this pain.
Chance after chance and forgiveness she tried that,
now cold and defeated in the dark is where she sat.
The shadow keeps growing she can not escape it,
but in her denial, she refuses to face this.
Wishing she knew what her next move should be,
stay wrapped in his torment or be abandoned but free?
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