Grief is Weird

Grief

Nothing ever hurt you before

not my sister

the best one to follow into the dark.

Then you died.

Why did you protect me

make me love you

if you were going to break my heart?

You died and I can't think straight.

One last talk

one minute to tell you everything

let me be selfish for once.

Take me back to before I knew you were dead.

I made it this far but what have I done

be a hypocrite, a coward, and lazy

and use you as an excuse.

I could have died but here I am.

Good people keep me going

doing good keeps me busy

so much left to do.

With love, don't wait for me.