I remember I was shivering
when you told me
death was near.
No hurricane came,
no tornado burst in,
nothing.
Nothing changed,
all except that you were gone.

The bull began to tear me apart inside
bit by bit with its horns,
delirious,
I guess you messed with the bull inside me,
and I finally got the horns.

But I know that at least,
when you're up there,
you'll be able to laugh more freely,
to smile a bit more.

I'm still not used to
you not being here
and letting me know how awesome you are
and using present tense.
Your still here.
Your not gone yet.
I refuse to acknowledge the corpse,
'cause really you haven't left no matter what they say.

And i know for a fact
all those selfish *******
will now come back
and “cry” for you,
to pretend they liked you,
give you even more unrest
as you roll around trying to get the peace u deserve.

such a right day to do things,
on such a dreary, rainy day
a day you would love
but everyone would hate…
you decided to troll us all
and leave on such a ripe day,
the best day.
a day you would love,
but everyone would hate…

im still shivering.
of the news or the cold that suddenly waft in,
im not sure.

maybe if i talked to you sooner...

in the death of a forest,
in the ashes rises a new one,
a meadow forms, strong,
filled with larks,
and the horror that once was
is gone,
but no, that's not true...
it still lives inside each and every being there...
its just...
there...
always there....