I,
have spent
the last
three hours
crying.
My eyes sting
and my entire
face feels like
this dull yet
numb pain
that I couldn’t
compare to anything
other than a gunshot wound.
Each time my
heart beats without you it
sounds like a loud
boom.
Maybe because
there’s a
hole in my heart
that I try to fill
with memories of
things that I did for you,
all the compassion
and trust you placed in me.
All the times
I got to hold you,
feel your heartbeat against mine,
see you take each breath and
relax into me.
There are
memories we
have that I
will never forget.
Each memory
placed in a tear
which I’ll keep
in a little glass bottle
with your name written on it.
I wish your
last memories
were never filled with pain
that you could have been
graced with dignity not
suffering - I
wish I could have helped you.
Maybe if I looked
into the warning signs,
read a little more online,
maybe if I looked you and
cared for you just
a little bit more -
I wouldn’t
have to carve your
name
into
a stone.
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 8:58 AM UTC
I,
have spent
the last
three hours
crying.
My eyes sting
and my entire
face feels like
this dull yet
numb pain
that I couldn’t
compare to anything
other than a gunshot wound.
Each time my
heart beats without you it
sounds like a loud
boom.
Maybe because
there’s a
hole in my heart
that I try to fill
with memories of
things that I did for you,
all the compassion
and trust you placed in me.
All the times
I got to hold you,
feel your heartbeat against mine,
see you take each breath and
relax into me.
There are
memories we
have that I
will never forget.
Each memory
placed in a tear
which I’ll keep
in a little glass bottle
with your name written on it.
I wish your
last memories
were never filled with pain
that you could have been
graced with dignity not
suffering - I
wish I could have helped you.
Maybe if I looked
into the warning signs,
read a little more online,
maybe if I looked you and
cared for you just
a little bit more -
I wouldn’t
have to carve your
name
into
a stone.
my bunny died and I was just really sad ya know
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