the day hurts the same every year.
the morning the afternoon the evening.
knowing that now you would be two.
walking and talking and laughing.
'loss' can mean so many different things,
on so many different levels.
but the loss that lives inside you—it's very heartbeat,
takes away your own.
he said he wouldn't love you.
but i do baby. i do.
he said he didn't want you.
and i was scared baby. i was terrified.
i promise everything happens for a reason,
and for some reason god needed you sooner.
he took you away before you got to see
the light of the world.
but maybe he knew that you wouldn’t want to see it
from down here.
the thing about loss though,
is that now i have something to look forward to again;
to the beautiful day that i get to be with you.
(j.j)
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
the day hurts the same every year.
the morning the afternoon the evening.
knowing that now you would be two.
walking and talking and laughing.
'loss' can mean so many different things,
on so many different levels.
but the loss that lives inside you—it's very heartbeat,
takes away your own.
he said he wouldn't love you.
but i do baby. i do.
he said he didn't want you.
and i was scared baby. i was terrified.
i promise everything happens for a reason,
and for some reason god needed you sooner.
he took you away before you got to see
the light of the world.
but maybe he knew that you wouldn’t want to see it
from down here.
the thing about loss though,
is that now i have something to look forward to again;
to the beautiful day that i get to be with you.
(j.j)
