Poem -
it's my party and I'll write what I want to...
It's been sixteen months
and you're still dead
It's the only thought in my
broken head
And I haven't healed and I
never will
And my only joy is a
night time pill
And also now
You're now taboo
Cos it's not correct
To talk of you
Or talk to you
Or talk of you
Or talk to you
But it's all I do
Cos it's all a lie
Time does not move on
Cos I'm still too here
And you're still too gone
And you're dead
You're dead
You're dead
You're dead
You're still so fucking dead!!!
MP 16/5/22
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Really moving. Your frustration and anger. THere was a time when all i could do was to swear at god in frustration and anger. It took time to stop and another way happened somehow, I sort of grew into a different way of accepting. Time doesn't heal but it does something to us. Don't stop talking of them...
I never do...i never will...he will never ever be dead to me...that just cannot happen.. thanks DA...hugs x
Who said it is not correct to write, or talk about him? Or even talk to him? What rubbish they utter! You keep writing and talking and definitely, definitely keep talking TO him. DA is right, time doesn't heal but it does do something .... eventually. More hugs xx
Ah...I do love...constantly...he will never be gone to me...it's unthinkable...hugs xx