𝔹𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕓𝕪 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕠

𝗦𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲

We smile bitterly

But smile at our pain nonetheless

Because even though our hearts are aching

At least we are near. .

At least I get a glimpse of her. .

At least she can hear me. . .

At least we're together

And know that we're meant to be

And we stay,

Because

No matter what we are—

Her and I are enough.

Our love is far too real

Far too potent

To leave and expect to heal from

Or to pursue

For fear we'll implode

From our own intensity

Our love is doomed,

Too much to hold back

And too much to set free

So we'll nurse our wounds

When life tears us away

But for now, we'll pretend it's okay.

Smiling,
Margo.