I've picked up this pen to write
Too many thoughts of you
Too many anger-filled words
Too many sorrows that broke down your essence
Tell me how you still sit and yearn
For everything , when you were never enough
Never given enough , loved enough
Speak to me of the peace you sleep with at night
When wrath still guards our tongue
Better yet, tell me how you still love them
When forgiveness was carved out of our throat
I wrote and I write to tell
To tell you I am in awe of you
I am in despair for you
And yet I hope for you. I hope you're okay
Pretend we are okay
Please. I do not know the damage I have wrought
Upon our crumbling bones
But please be okay.
We have a long way to go
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