The conflicts of grief
I love you.
I miss you.
You are always
On my mind
But sometimes I hate you.
Im seething.
Did you not think
What you were leaving behind?
It doesn't feel moral to speak ill
Of someone once they are gone
But I can't help it.
You are selfish.
You didn't care that when your pain ended, ours begun.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
Our world
