The Trigger Has Already Been Pulled.

A Short Poem I wrote.

The night is becoming longer.
Days are shorter.
Happiness is no longer there,
And the trigger has already been pulled.

As the days passed, all I needed was his heart. His voice telling me that everything is going to be okay, but that’s not the truth. I needed his eyes staring at mine, the delight I felt when his arms went around me. That warmth of home, that he gave me, was no longer there. He left a void in myself that might never be filled.

I gave him a piece of my heart and he left with it. Leaving me without any strength to move one, to continue without him.

He felt like he was nothing, but to me he was everything. He was happiness, patience and love. I loved him, and he couldn’t deny it. He knew that every second I spent with him was like a minute in heaven.

Without him in my life I feel something that I’ve never felt before, loss. I thought I had felt it before but today I noticed what loss really is.

Today, I wake up and feel death in my veins. Imagine him waking up next to me, but it doesn’t work to bring him back. I know what’s the only way for him to come back. I need him next to me. Smiling and telling me that I was his light in the darkness, and that it was me who kept him alive. Because that’s how I feel. He brightened my day and kept me alive.

But he never left. He was never with me. And that’s what hurts me the most. I needed him, and he continued like nothing had happened.

The night is becoming longer.
Days are shorter.
Happiness is no longer there,
And the trigger has already been pulled.