I’m running
running from the life
I’ve decided not to live anymore
and all of the things that go with it
and I’m tired
so tired of breathing
Love
that I almost can’t wake up in the mornings
and I swear I’m trying
trying to keep living and breathing
and waking up
but it’s so hard
Love
hard to move forward
when the spirit is no longer willing
or rather
the spirit is a battery on low
without a charger in sight
but then there’s you
Love
you who show up
with my favorite pillow and a smile
promising we can talk about it
tomorrow or
next Tuesday or
never
whenever I’m ready
no pressure even if it turns out I’m never ready
and for that I thank you
Love
thank you
thank you, Love [poem]
