Another Useless Letter for Her

As bad as things can get,

you always seem to make them better.

The more pain I seem to forget,

the more I seem to experience.

Defined differently from

person to person,

pain is subjective.

Right now what pains me the most

is you, or rather the lack of...

You.

I just hold hope in whatever’s left of my heart;

I hope that you’ll come back home

that we can make it work

that you still love me

There are few things I still have in this world

that still give me a reason to continue fighting.

This weight is getting quite literally and poetically

Unbearable.

I do not yet know if I’m strong enough for this weight,

but should I either prevail or end my journey here,

just know that I have always loved you,

and I always will, Sunshine.

#poetry