I dont know what it will take
to heal this tragic heartbreak.
Waking up every day is more miserable
than the days we spent together enduring our troubles.
I wish this bed would concave and hurt,
in crushing, crippling comfort.
If it means you’re not lying here beside me,
I’d rather descend to Hell in misery.
I want my tears to drown me in this forlorn,
because this inner war of truth makes my body torn.
Without you, I constantly choke when I breathe,
and I wait for the day my heartbeat will cease.
9/22/21
SIRI 