Call me pathetic as I cry on the bathroom floor clutching your t-shirt and screaming to God with piercing words
Please give me strength
Call me a mess because my hands are shaking as I write this and I'm not sure where it will end up
And say I am weak because I'm not sure how I am going to make it through tomorrow without you
But never say I am a coward. I set my beating flesh and blood heart in your hands fully understanding that this may happen.
I still have some blood in my veins and the stabbing pain in my heart will heal one day.