Yes, you.
Just in case you are reading. I hope you are reading.
I need you to read. Perhaps because I know you are there somehow.
Thank you, by the way.
It gives me an assuming comfort, at least.
My heart aches tonight.
Pain replace the love in all of me.
My spirit and soul...
Like a lady caged for insanity.
She is screaming, wailing
The recurring agony of her reality.
She needs vibration.
She yearns for a high.
But then,
She is a mother.
She is a wife.
That’s about it.
She dusts herself,
Wipes her hundred tears.
“I have laundry.”
Fuck this, but I live it. I have to love it in moments like this. Yeah?