it's hit me like a ton of bricks,
you're gone,
and you are never coming back.
and now there's a hole in my chest
the size of your fist
except you're not the first I've lost before.

and there are fragments of glass
lodged in my throat,
making every breath
a little bit harder to take,
and every word
a little bit shakier on my lips.

there's a storm forming behind
my eyelids, threatening to pour.
my heart has shattered,
and home feels nonexistent now.
but I have always been a hurricane,
and you are not the first I've lost —

if only I could've realized sooner
I've lost myself too

( AT // EDITED + ADDED TO BY ME )