Hello, I'm writing to you from limbo.
I want you to know you have created so much uncertainty in me and a small part of me resents you for it.
My hopes for the future are completely stunted because of you. But I can't really blame you that much, can I? Because you only lied about two of those futures. Everything else happened in my head.
My hallowed heart pushes forward in agony.
A thorned mess, bloody and beaten.
I will make space for you still, my dear. I want you healthy, I want you alive, I want your feet on the ground and a head on your shoulders.
First and foremost you are my love. After that you are my lover. Broken ego, bruised heart, I push forward because you were the one that pushed forward for me, broken heart, bruised ego.
Such heaviness, I think my shoulders are starting to complain.
I want to sleep for a thousand years under the warmth of the sun.
This nine pound hammer is a little too heavy for my size.
