This Is A Shit Poem But It's All I Can Say Since You Died
all the things that made me happy
now they make me think of you.
with you, they were
always
happier.
why were you ripped away
I want to believe in angels
I want to know I will hold you again.
But it's never going to be.
You will never be here
or there
ever
ever.
But I still call your name in my sleep
I drown in disgusting drinks
and buy you burritos
I see you around each corner
every white truck
I pretend you are driving
and there is no one that I want to talk to about it
except you.
