i'm 22 now,
I still don't understand grief.
i've lost people, things,
myself even.
it's never felt like this before...
I know about denial, and anger, bargaining, depression and even acceptance.
I've been through it all before, I've lived it and felt better after.
but I think there's a secret sixth stage of grief that no one ever tells you about
a kind of grief only unlocked when you lose something profound.
I don't feel anger like I normally would, or sad like usual after a loss. not this time. There's no denial, no acceptance for this one.
I would burn the world to the ground if I could.
I would etch your image into every surface I found until the very earth couldn't spin without knowing you were there, that you existed upon it.
I would write books in your name,
write words so life altering that every person who read my verses would never love again without loving in your image.
there's a middle space, between acceptance and denial.
a soft inky black space that you used to fill with light, that used to hum with the sound of your purr. a warmth that was extinguished when you did.
and id flip myself inside out if it meant I was with you
..wherever it is you went
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 4:14 AM UTC
i'm 22 now,
I still don't understand grief.
i've lost people, things,
myself even.
it's never felt like this before...
I know about denial, and anger, bargaining, depression and even acceptance.
I've been through it all before, I've lived it and felt better after.
but I think there's a secret sixth stage of grief that no one ever tells you about
a kind of grief only unlocked when you lose something profound.
I don't feel anger like I normally would, or sad like usual after a loss. not this time. There's no denial, no acceptance for this one.
I would burn the world to the ground if I could.
I would etch your image into every surface I found until the very earth couldn't spin without knowing you were there, that you existed upon it.
I would write books in your name,
write words so life altering that every person who read my verses would never love again without loving in your image.
there's a middle space, between acceptance and denial.
a soft inky black space that you used to fill with light, that used to hum with the sound of your purr. a warmth that was extinguished when you did.
and id flip myself inside out if it meant I was with you
..wherever it is you went