my best friend will never see this world again and
sometimes i still cry about it
when nobody can hear how bad it hurt 

this is a cold universe that
lets us love things which
can be ripped from our grasp
without a moment’s notice

when it happened i told my momma, “life goes on"
and she did not know how to reply

and i think maybe we’re all trying to choke that down
like an ounce of cold medicine
all i know is
all the good books have the main character
struggle before they succeed and
i know maybe you deserve it easy but
all i can think is that
bad things happen because you’re
strong enough to survive them
even if you don’t think
you could be

i want to believe everything really does
happen for a reason even 
sad things
i really want to believe that 
space could have been completely empty
but even in all that awful chill
the stars fashioned themselves
out of nothing but their own combustion
and i really want to believe 
supernovas 
don’t just cause destruction
because after all, we are all only the result
of a terrible 
explosion

maybe we are all just
small solar systems and 
in order to expand beyond our horizons
we must first become singularities within
ourselves, maybe none of this
helps

i just want you
to be okay i’m just so sorry
i don’t know what to say.