grief
is a wretched thing
it'll cut in different places
reopen forgotten wounds
rehash old conversations
compete with older sorrows
it'll stir a war of storms
where tears of pain and loss
and tears of scorn and rage
appear to run as one
so as to claim priority
my heartbreak has to scream
to guarantee its room
inside my burning house
i know that pain is pain
and memories can't be tiered
but i resent that pain by you
takes so much of my time
i had loved ones pass away
my grief has been compounded
because you broke my heart first
i'm hurting more than i must
it's wrong of me to cry about you
when the dead deserve my tears
it's wrong you've only showed yourself
in the worst of my bad dreams
even there, you are not sorry
even there, you do not stay
in the rare ones where you do
it's always brief before you leave
how a month can rob a year
and a kiss can steal a joy
how a fool can have me bleeding
more than a nail into a coffin
i have become selfish in grief
crying just as much for the buried
hurting just as much for the taken
as i do because of you
like you took all of my first's
you took my obligations
you took my right to mourn
you stole my deepest freedom
i deserve to hurt for more than you
to unfreeze our slice of time
to be free from our stupid moment
tend to the cries waiting in line
you
are a wretched thing.