You Were Supposed to Be Here, You Fucking Were

I don’t know how to talk about you without my chest caving in, so I’m not going to pretend this is graceful.

This isn’t a “celebration of life.”

This is a scream dressed up as words.

This is me saying what the fuck, because you should still be here and you’re not, and nothing about that feels acceptable.

To the Ones We Lost Because the Weight Was Too Fucking Heavy

You didn’t lose a battle.

I hate that phrase.

I fucking hate it.

You didn’t fail.

You didn’t quit.

You didn’t lack strength.

You were tired in a way people don’t survive.

You were drowning quietly while everyone else assumed you were swimming.

If love alone could have saved you, you would still be here.

If trying harder worked, you’d be reading this.

You didn’t lose a battle.

You ran out of air.

And I am so goddamn sorry the world didn’t stop long enough to notice.

We Miss You in Ways That Don’t Make Sense 🖤

We miss you in places no one warns us about.

In stupid jokes.

In grocery stores.

In songs that come on unexpectedly and ruin the whole fucking day.

We miss you when something good happens and our first instinct is to tell you.

We miss you when something bad happens and you’re the one we’d want to sit on the floor with.

Your absence is loud.

It echoes.

And time doesn’t soften it the way people promise it will. It just teaches us how to carry it without collapsing in public.

I Wish You Had Known How Loved You Were

I wish love had been louder than the pain.

I wish someone had said the right thing at the right time.

I wish the world had been gentler with you.

I wish you had stayed.

And I am angry that wishing doesn’t change a goddamn thing.

To My Soulmate, Who Was Taken by Someone Else

This part breaks me every time.

You didn’t leave because you were tired.

You didn’t choose to go.

You were taken.

And that is a rage I don’t know how to put down.

You were stolen from this world by someone else’s violence, someone else’s cruelty, someone else’s decision that rippled outward and destroyed so much more than just one life.

They didn’t just take you.

They took futures.

They took laughter that never got to happen.

They took years we were supposed to have.

And I am furious about it.

I Miss You Every Single Day 💔

I miss you in ways that feel physical.

Like my body still expects you to exist.

Like some part of me is constantly waiting for you to walk back into the room and prove this was all some sick mistake.

You were my safe place.

My person.

The one who felt like home without trying.

There are things I never got to say to you.

There are conversations that were cut off mid-sentence.

There are moments I still save for you before remembering you’re gone.

That realization hits every time like the first time.

The World Is Meaner Without You

The world kept going after you died, and honestly, that feels like bullshit.

Sunrises feel disrespectful sometimes.

Laughter feels guilty.

Joy feels like betrayal.

How dare the world keep spinning when you don’t get to be in it.

I carry you with me anyway. In memory. In instinct. In the way my heart recognizes things you would’ve loved.

You are still real to me.

This Is What I Need You to Know 🖤

You mattered.

You still matter.

You always will.

Your life was not defined by how it ended.

Your pain does not erase your beauty.

Your absence does not mean you are forgotten.

We speak your name.

We remember your laugh.

We love you loudly, even in the quiet.

And some days, loving you hurts more than losing you did at first.

Until We Meet Again

I don’t know where you are. Heaven, stars, energy, somewhere beyond words. I just know you’re not here, and that fucking hurts.

I hope you’re finally at peace.

I hope the pain is gone.

I hope you know how deeply, fiercely, endlessly you are loved.

We didn’t stop loving you when you left.

We just learned how to love you from a distance.

— Morgan, All of Me