i feel this bone aching sadness. it lingers in my muscles and flows through my blood. if i knew bleeding would stop it, i would volunteer to bleed out.
another valentine’s day without you is another year of melancholy.
from the moment i met you, i knew that you would change my life. to explain the love and the pain and the grief we’ve gone through would take years.
for once, my mind is quiet.
cold air hits my lungs and i finally feel alive again.
sorrow is on my tongue. i wonder if you can taste it.
the worst sadness i’ve ever felt was grieving you while you were still very much alive.
though i am a young, privileged white woman, with nothing to complain of, sobs rack my body for years on end. my picket fence and shaggy dog can’t save me from this ugly world.
i swear it almost rained. i swear it almost washed out the whole world. i swear i almost gave up.
i do believe it would have been easier to have you ripped from me. because you’re still here, but i’m watching you undo the threads at a snails pace.