Stern
But not inside
Allowing such great kindles,
Kindness, love,
Seems to be a great thing
Until,

Withdrawal.
The stern you
Becoming weak, empty, and most of all
Fragile.

The devastation,
The symptom ,
Its hurt causes tender pain never felt,
The clearest difference being
You don't want to get rid of the problem
You yearn for it

Even if
Its not all of it,
All of her.
Any piece, settling for minimal amounts

The components that made you feel alive
Made you yearn to wake up the next morning
Just to hear the words Good Morning

The next day at wherever it may be,
It didn't matter.

The people around me ask what happened
As if
I don't think about it enough as is

Friends console me through good times but Everything remains, Temporary.

Friends are what she and i are,
I say
She can be my friend as she pleases
But ill remain fighting to reconcile.

Thereafter i remain
Fragile,
But still
In One Piece.

Hope is a measure to be let down.
When i hope,
I fear,
I kneel,
To what is bigger than me.
If i am to wish for something great am i not also to contemplate all the negative outcomes?
I want,
But what do i need?
To not feel as if my skin is cracking ever so slightly as to show just how red my blood is?
To feel as if the magnets in my head don’t eternally oppose each other?
To forget what i am hoping for,
Hope.
For at the end of the road we forgive our mistakes and indecision, but we never lost hope.