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  Sep 2018 Red
A Broken Poet
Year after year
Day after day
The grief is still the same
It didn’t get better
It didn’t become okay
It swallowed me whole
Refusing to let me go
I shed a tear for everyday without you
The tears are endless like the heartbreak
Days pass and suddenly I’m back to that horrid day
I’m not allowed to shut everyone out for that day
My family refuses to let me
Funny how we all lost you
And yet they still fight me on grieving for the day
But I know you’d smack me upside the head
And ask me why I’m crying
I know you’re at ease and happy
But what I would give for another night on the front porch swing
A night I didn’t know at the time but would become one of the many memories I now hold onto like my life depends on it
But I know it doesn’t
But your memory does
And I use your memory as my life support
I miss you Grandpa
I love you Grandpa
I wish I told you that more often when you were still here
  Sep 2018 Red
yúyīn
I’m not heartless, I just learned how to use my heart less
  Sep 2018 Red
Esther
I miss him
I guess I'll never stop missing him
Sometimes I wish I'd never let go of that hand
That way, maybe he would've stayed
Sometimes I'd stare at the half-empty bottle of perfume by my bedside
Wishing that if I put it on
He'd find himself at my door again

I want to get undressed for him again
Watch our naked forms collide into an apocalypse
Wrap my legs around his waist
Feel his lips crashing against mine
Inhaling every scent of his Heaven
I invite him into my paradise
A place where
Daydreams and love and his cologne
Aren't just soaked into my bedsheets

Our love was trapped in the bottle of perfume
By the bedside where we once made love
In the palm of my hand
It feels like a black hole now
Where you never existed
And my heart was never broken.
Thoughts I had when I saw that bottle of perfume again.
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