I went to my first funeral at fourteen. Three months
later, I went to my second one.
Somewhere, it is written that death is temporary
when you're nine or younger.
That didn't stop me from believing that every knock
on the door was yours.
I met someone I never thought I'd meet at fifteen. So I left
long before he could even think of leaving me.
Then there were other people,
lackluster poetry. Then my granddad died.
Everyday felt like my life was ending
and for the days after, it seemed I existed only to grieve.
What does it mean when I'm not a bad person but I won't
hesitate to do bad things for you?
Not like robbing a liquor store;
more like breaking my own heart.
Oh, and did I mention - I wasn't ever done loving you?
Sai, It's hard to experience death and loss at an early age. Its hard to process, I know, I've been there. It sometimes leads us to making choices or being with people that aren't right or safe for us. Well done with this-
