Do it. Why not? Let her down, let her fall into endless voids, Where the sadness is deeper than all the oceans we ever knew. You, who she picked up so bruised and broken, Full of sad thoughts and kind smiles, She needn't be your burden anymore Leave her to find her own way out Regardless of who dragged who into whose mess. And she has been trying; trying to remember what it was to be happy, trying to release the heaviness, offering exits through pierced skin, swallowing the provided medication. Sometimes she forgets, forgets which pill when, forgets to eat, forgets to get out of her bed-fortress. But I can tell you most solemnly, She never forgets what it was to have you.
Note: Ode to a ****** part 1 has not yet been published.