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To Ruben, All my love.
It is as if you are dragging me back to that house by my throat, bones and all.
The pain of losing you is blossoming inside of my lungs, and I have lost you all over again.
Part of me died that day you decided to leave me, and she lives chained inside the home we both knew.
You have kept me bound and tortured here, destined to wait for a return that will never come.
You hold my soul inside of your hands and you do nothing, you keep me here.
There are some nights I spend wide awake, trying to remember the outline of your face
It is as if you are still holding me hostage, doomed to wait for he who will never return.
You keep my soul bound in cigarette caked rope and my heart encased in ash.
I cannot seem to break free of the loss that was you, no matter how hard I seem to try.
And it is as if you are haunting the entire world, destined to cling to her forever.
The pain of losing you is blossoming inside of my lungs, and I have lost you all over again.
Part of me died that day you decided to leave me, and she lives chained inside the home we both knew.
You have kept me bound and tortured here, destined to wait for a return that will never come.
You hold my soul inside of your hands and you do nothing, you keep me here.
There are some nights I spend wide awake, trying to remember the outline of your face
It is as if you are still holding me hostage, doomed to wait for he who will never return.
You keep my soul bound in cigarette caked rope and my heart encased in ash.
I cannot seem to break free of the loss that was you, no matter how hard I seem to try.
And it is as if you are haunting the entire world, destined to cling to her forever.
Published 10th Jun 2021
| Edited 29th Jun 2021
Author's Note
To my Abuelo, Te quiero mucho Apa.
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10th Jun 2021 4:21am
Held hostage?
Or holding a vigil?
I definitely know the pain of losing grandparents
Nuttn wrong with keeping a memory alive
And although the pain of memories that will never be repeated or added to is a real Mutha, all those smiles and laughs that you shared live right alongside the pain
Or holding a vigil?
I definitely know the pain of losing grandparents
Nuttn wrong with keeping a memory alive
And although the pain of memories that will never be repeated or added to is a real Mutha, all those smiles and laughs that you shared live right alongside the pain
