Life without her, how dystopian that would be

I imagine a life where id dread waking up

I imagine a life of not being able to function properly

Not being able to eat, sleep or focus properly

I imagine a life of being in fight or flight 24/7

I imagine being excited to rest in my grave

A life where half my heart, my soul would be missing

I would become like achilles, grieving my patclous until it consumes my entire being

Until i decide death is better then living in a world without her

And if i go first I will beg the gods to bring me back to her

As hozier said

No grave can hold my body down

Ill crawl home to her

If i got to pick between being the happiest person in a world without her

To a world of being depressed but having the privilege to be by her side

I’d choose being depressed

She is half my soul as the poets say