DEVASTATED

...at the thought of living without you,

Frightened,
Of an uncertain future.

Worried,
That this will hurt you.

Willing,
To do anything to fix this.

Wishing,
We could all stay together and be happy.

Torn,
Between what I want and what is.

Angry,
At the unfairness.

Frustrated,
By my own powerlessness.

Sad,
Just so fucking sad.

Praying,
For hope to emerge from this sorrow.

Not Real

"Facts" fostering fear,
Worst-case scenarios present themselves as certainties to,
My  muddled mind,
So hungry for something to fill it,
Forgoing the "healthy snacks" and,
Opting instead for,
Four cans of Pringles

Anti-butterflies,
Haunt my gut.

None of this is real.

I know this,
Because,
I invented it.