Letters To My Love #Wattys2016

Letter Thirty-Six

Dear Love,

You're beaten down

and you hit the ground

and you didn't even try to get back up.

I tried to help you

but you told me to leave you

because you weren't worth the effort.

You laid there in the dirt

feeling worthless

and helpless

when an angel came down

and touched your fragile wings 

and let you fly.

By Angel

I mean

something less poetic,

as in Angel

I mean 

me.

I turned to the opponent

and thought of you

and beat him like no tomorrow

because I cared that much

and I couldn't bear to see you like that.

Then

I helped you up

and tolod you

that no reason was great enough

to lay there

and give up,

there was always a reason to stand up

and keep fighting,

whether it be the smallest thing

or the largest thing,

there is always at least one 

in someones lives.

I told him it was time for him 

to man-up

in a way

and realize that life isn't going to get any easier,

you can either accept the help

or live in the dispair

that you made for yourself out of pity,

I know that I was harsh,

but I was telling the truth.

It was ridiculous

that you weren't accepting my ideas

to try and save you

and your mom

but yet you moped 

and listened to sad music

because someday you would be dead.

I mope for the day

that you leave me

and I'm all alone,

but that is something different,

I still accept the fact

that there is hope,

and hope keeps me going,

it's time for you to find some

my love,

or life will b difficult

and you will always live in this patch of life.