some days i let it curl into my side while i pet its head softly
other days i scream at it until my mouth tastes of blood
most days i watch it lurk around my room, picking up certain things and dropping them back down again
grief isn’t a friend, but it’s no stranger either.
it’s made it’s home in the pit of my stomach
the ghost of you will forever haunt me
there was a moment in time
when death sat beside me on a park bench
and he had rested his hand on the gap between us
rested my hand there
and brushed my fingers against his
and for a chaste moment
i savoured the warmth of his skin
and intertwined my hand with his
but he stood up
and maybe he knew,
it was for the better.
it was the right option
i tried to find
a piece of art
that felt like
or sounded like
yet no matter what
there was nothing
that came close
my platonic soulmate
are one of a kind
a light in the dark
a best friend
i couldn't find anything
nothing is like you
I rise to greet the dawn
distracting my heart
I take a sip of dark roast
today I will
i think a part of me will always linger by your side
waiting to hold onto your hand when we cross the street
i’m scared i’ll miss you forever
when i look at the trees i think of you,
how are you not reminded
I’ll be noble. Loyal. Valiant.
I’ll follow you around at your convenience.
I’ll keep my canines hidden.
I won’t snarl. I won’t bite. I won’t bark.
As long as you promise me that I can sleep on the foot of the bed rather than the floor.