Will you always love me? With cliff edges at my fingertips, tigers at my heels, and thunder in my chest? When ghosts cling to my back while I flavor dinner with my weeping? When I come home hissing like a glass-breaker? When I’m sighing, sinking into sofa cushions, and I have no strength to pull off a smile, so instead, I push? Will you still think I’m strong? Will you love me always?
Written May 20th, 2018.
A poem I wrote when I was grieving, and thinking of my significant other who had to live with me while grieving. Understandably, I was a depressed, anxious, weeping mess. It’s nothing fancy or full of any special techniques. Just feelings on a page.