your body fails you
every day every moment every touch
practical, sensual, medical.
your function
as a woman
sex and babies and pleasing your husband
and you can't.
when love isn't enough anymore
demonic memories eat you up
tense you up
suck out the love, passion, energy
(where do you go?)
life is a waiting game
watching it all fall to pieces
drop by salty drop
soon you're standing in a dark room
you can't see anything around you
wonder what you're good for
can't feel us all standing there
wishing there was an extreme makeover: life edition
I would write the best letter you've ever read
It would be the saddest thing you've heard: the girl who lost her love (her life).
the girl who tried everything to make it work
who fought, struggled, researched, fundraised, therapied
all on her own
all for the sake of a life, and a marriage.
let them see that it's not all 'Private Practice'
show them the doctors, nurses, therapists, hypnotists, counselors chorusing 'no, I can't help you.'
but there's not
and there's no convenient conclusion
because sometimes the world just sucks.
15:22 - Tuesday, Nov. 06, 2007
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