I.
She is
gone

II.
She fell away
look what's left

III.
He is not beautiful
he is not adorable
he is not any of the words
that you called him a year ago

IV.
He is strong
alive
funny
handsome, maybe

V.
Those are words,
they probably don't seem like
much.

VI.
Not much,
but oh god,
when he hears them
they sound like heaven.

I.
And the panic attacks
they're getting worse
spiraling down

II.
It is okay to cry
but crying by myself
is terrifying
and I can't do it

III.
It's like
breaking a plate
when you know you are out of glue

I.
Every day like
a knife but not
for knives are defined
and days are
fluid

II.
Every minute
like an hour
but not,
for hours are long
and minute are sometimes
nothing but a blink

III.
Time is a fickle friend,
because no matter
how often
you go to see them
they keep mocking
never
constant.

I.
You keep
me
grounded
set
in stone

II.
You keep me
settled
on the
ground.

I.
In every
hello
I want to convey
that there is an
i love you.

I.
We are
built on laughter
how can I
mention
tears

II.
Even knowing
you're terrified
you need a hand
a hug
to hold

III.
I'm terrified
because
we are built on laughter