You took this bitter seed which had opened up and sprouted in my heart, and cast it aside, not once losing contact with my eyes. How could this be such a simple task? Mortifying me of something I saw as a fundamental part of me. Stubborn roots wrapped tightly around my insides.
It's what I dreamed of being able to achieve, each day I woke up, struggling to breathe. And here you are. There you came. This solid reality.
Like a six month supply of prayers for rain, crashing in all at once.
And you're standing in the middle of the path I was eagerly treading. You distraction, you aberration, I was making good time.
Is it a mistake to find comfort here? To hide in this new-found shelter of mine? With what seems to be infinite amounts of sincere, gentle, kind.