I am over this,

Being fed this grief.

I wish I am this,

I want this numb to be a thief.

I am stuck with this,

Spoon fed loved one’s passings.

Turn my heart into chrysalis,

So my soul can hold these stings.

I feel it spilling out,

my eyes and mouth.

Losing my ability to shout,

Everything going south.

These shoulders bear all,

Until death wishes to call.

I hold onto her at this ball,

Dancing till we all fall.

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Love and miss you R

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I hate this feeling, but sharing it helps, thank you.

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🖤