your heart is pumping and your eyes are heavy,
the moon is out but all you see is darkness.
Hope is a stranger who never stops chatting on the bus and you just want wish to be left alone with your sad songs on full volume.
it’s alright you are just grieving,
there is a large purple ball of hurt in your throat and you can’t seem to pull yourself out of bed.
today the hardest thing you did was shower
and food feels like a punishment to your throat.
Life catches you dozing off and invites pain for a threesome cuddle,
you are a firefly stuck in a city full of artificial lights,
a bullet in the chest of a dog
a miserable thing
it’s alright you are just grieving.
there is a loss that doesn’t make itself so known but it starves you,
you are hungry and thirsty
and broken and tired and Bullet proof but destructible.
you know something is missing
but you do not know what to replace it with,
you don’t understand what is lost
but it’s alright you are grieving and time will show you how to cry and heal and move forward.
© Hope