Feb 2017
You might be dead tomorrow.
The weapon might be your own.
I wish you'd stay to see though
That it will be okay.
"No it won't!" you cry,
But I need you to realize
There'll be another beautiful day:
Trees and books and stars and hugs will be here still.
One day you will die.
Another day I will too.
There'll come a day when Earth will sigh.
The planet will end shriveled and weathered.
I love this world with all my heart,
and I love you with another.
But when the galaxy falls apart
something will keep walking.
Somewhere out there will be mind-shattering beauty, and
It will be more than okay.
The weapon might be your own.
I wish you'd stay to see though
That it will be okay.
"No it won't!" you cry,
But I need you to realize
There'll be another beautiful day:
Trees and books and stars and hugs will be here still.
One day you will die.
Another day I will too.
There'll come a day when Earth will sigh.
The planet will end shriveled and weathered.
I love this world with all my heart,
and I love you with another.
But when the galaxy falls apart
something will keep walking.
Somewhere out there will be mind-shattering beauty, and
It will be more than okay.
I wrote this while my boyfriend and I were both in depression funks. In trying to care for him, I felt this peace settle on me that eventually the bad time would end. This poem was originally meant for him, but even after we've broken up I come back to it. Every time I do, it reminds me that ends come and there will always be good.
