When I think about you my lungs forget how to work. I miss you so bad I can't breathe or stop the hurt.
I think of you as the rock I skipped across the pond. It skipped thirteen times before it sunk. You lived thirteen years before you had enough.
I think that you were brave but also so naive to think that nobody would miss you. I think about you every day until my chest caves in.
Sometimes I look around at the world and start getting dizzy because I know you're not here anymore. I feel like I'm going to pass out when I think about you being a skeleton in a dress somewhere underground.