"This emptiness won’t last if you don’t let it."
My father always was more resilient then me.
When he lost her,
he packed up his memories,
tossed them out of his heart,
and locked his emptiness out.
I wish I could do the same.
Pack up whats left of what holds me to you,
and toss it out of my heart,
out of my mind,
and rip you from my soul,
like we were never intertwined there at all.
Because I’m not like my father.
I let this emptiness sit here,
like a tumor growing around my bones.
Soon it will be all I know,
soon it will take control.
All because some boy didn’t have the guts to stay.