ButterflyCourtney

I really hope rehab works for you this time. I miss the old you. I miss having you in my life. You are the big brother that I never got. I miss your hugs, your jokes, I miss you period. Please don't mess this up. I need you.

Grief is a house
where the chairs
have forgotten how to hold us
the mirrors how to reflect us
the walk how to contain us
Grief is a house that disappears
each time someone knocks on the door
or rings the bell
a house that blows into the air
at the slightest gust
that baries itself deep in the ground
while everyone is sleeping
Grief is a house where no one can protect you
where the younger sister
will grow old than the older one
where the doors
not longer let you in
or out
-The Sky is Everywhere (aka the best book in the world)