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And I’m still trying to cope with everything that has just happened but I’m not so sure how to do so. And I’m still trying to breath ‘cause after that call it feels like I haven’t put some air in. And I think I still can’t move ‘cause my life is not going in the direction I had first choose. And I’m here trying to fly even if I have no longer those wings you took away with you. And I’m still trying to find the meaning of this now empty garbage we all like to call life. Because I’m feeling so exposed so broken, and shattered like I just got stabbed and this con-stan-t pain I don’t know how to feel anything else ever again. You were my rock, my calm, my light my love, my heart, my mind And I just don’t know how to be the person I admired the most the person you made me be But I know, deep inside that you’d never want me to waste like this my whole life And I guess, at some point I’ll realize how to be happy, soft, and fine how to laugh at my own jokes how to love someone once more how to once again smile but right now, I’m sorry I can’t, I need more time.
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 3:56 PM UTC
Thinking about loss
And I’m still trying to cope with everything that has just happened but I’m not so sure how to do so. And I’m still trying to breath ‘cause after that call it feels like I haven’t put some air in. And I think I still can’t move ‘cause my life is not going in the direction I had first choose. And I’m here trying to fly even if I have no longer those wings you took away with you. And I’m still trying to find the meaning of this now empty garbage we all like to call life. Because I’m feeling so exposed so broken, and shattered like I just got stabbed and this con-stan-t pain I don’t know how to feel anything else ever again. You were my rock, my calm, my light my love, my heart, my mind And I just don’t know how to be the person I admired the most the person you made me be But I know, deep inside that you’d never want me to waste like this my whole life And I guess, at some point I’ll realize how to be happy, soft, and fine how to laugh at my own jokes how to love someone once more how to once again smile but right now, I’m sorry I can’t, I need more time.
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25/F/Italy
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 3:56 PM UTC
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