See, I try to write poems that people can relate to. I try to write poems that will make you feel, but I hope to god you never have to know what losing someone feels like. If you have, you will understand what it feels like to drown without even stepping foot in water. You will go outside, something you won’t do quite often, only to see that the flowers haven’t grown back, the trees look a lot more lonely this season. You start to notice to lonely in people too. It’s going to be much quieter, white noise mostly, tuning in and out like a worn down radio. Your mind is no longer a safe place because you're too busy blaming yourself and retracing your steps in hopes that the person you lost- will be there. Time slows down and that frustrates you because why couldn't it have slowed down before? Why is time ruining you too? When you lose a person, words mean more than words were ever meant to mean. ‘I love you’ is fragile and maybe even hard to say anymore. ‘Are you okay?’ is walking into unknown territory and a lot of the time, re-opening wounds that never really healed. It’s being prescribed ‘go out more’ and ‘do something that you enjoy’, when something I enjoy is being able to not think about what my mind keeps consistently trying to focus on. They ask you if you're okay, again, and you tell them you wish you knew.    6-17-16