I opened my heart calmly, performed surgery. I found what needed to be shared and bled onto a paper I later on digested through my brain.
I looked for the right words, the correct tones for you, each detail crafted for you. And so, I sent it as a weight inside me opened to reveal an even deeper anxious pain. Within it I slept in awful nightmares until the transgressing morning light woke me up, my body heavy still and my nose in pain. I am chronically tired, yet I used all that's left of me to heal what there is of us.
As I saw the green square atop and slid it down, my heart broke again. All the work for nothing, such a dismissing that made me wonder if you even read it at all.
The story repeats itself and I don't know how to get off of the ride. I am done.
