How do i feel about this?
What am i expected to do?
Why is this happening?
It can't be real.
No it isn't.
You're not gone.
But you are.
You're gone and
Nothing i can say will ever bring you back.
I keep getting flashbacks of our happiness
And our purity
And it makes me smile
But it brings a twinge of pure sorrow.
Just pure sadness
I want you to come back
So i get as fucked up as possible
To feel like you're here with me.
I'm in a contstant battle with reality
This is the reality i didn't want
I never wanted this.
I miss you.
I'm drunk.
I need you terribly.
I love you so.
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Shit Happens
الشعرMy boyfriend, Lucio, was in a car accident on May 9th and was pronounced brain dead on May 15th. This is kind of just like my poetry after losing a love and grieving.
