My mother and Father were never in love, it took them less than  5 years to get sick of each other, everyone around them said to* “Stay Together For The Kids”
I never really understood the song until the day my mother held me, crying.
Her voice shaking she said *“they’re not all like your father.”
I could hear her heart breaking.
Their hearts were rotting out of their chest and the silence between them slowly suffocated them both.
So when you came along i loved you with everything i could.
7 months later and you were gone.
Word on the street was that your eyes were dimming and there was nothing i could have done to save you this time.
Last December i was writing about loving you; this December i wrote about missing you.
And when you left i tried to cut your words out of my veins but i cried and bled in the shower when i realized
you were still here.
It’s been 8 months since you left and i can’t even find the words to describe how much i miss you or how warm your eyes were and i wish i had found the strength to say “please don’t leave me” while i still had you