I always told you how sweet you are.
I guess too much sugar causes diabetes.
So now I'm just slowly dying,
Still craving your sweetness.

I feel like crying,
But I cant.
Am I out of tears?
I already cried so much for you.
Maybe I finally just reached the point where I can't feel.
Where I can't feel the pain, the sorrow, the hurt.
Where I also can't feel the joy, the happiness, the love.
I feel like crying,
But I can't.

Instagram
is telling me
that it was 87 weeks,
or 613 days ago,
that we last
held hands,
and you pretended
that you loved me.

The last time we
locked eyes
was 43 weeks ago
at our mutual friend's
art exhibit.
304 days ago
we saw each
other last,
and it may be a
lifetime
before that ever
happens
again.

She's a funeral you go to every day
Every day you work on your speech
and get the words to come out
just a little better
than the day before
And every day only one thing stays the same:
*You miss her