We all say the
Internal pain
Of loss, love, and jealousy
Are unbearable--
Yet we keep them
On our backs every day.
We let them whisper
Things in our ears
And hold our hearts.
We fall asleep thinking of them
Of the loss
Or
Love
Or jealousy.
They are bearable.
Only because they are a part of us,
A part of us that we like to
Say doesn't exist.