a letter to all the half-girls:
you hurt and i hurt.
you wonder and i wonder what all the aches and pains and sorrow is for and whether, in the end, if it will count for anything.
you know and i know that while physical pain can do without the emotional, the emotional pain brings the physical with it so your stomach hurts and your shoulders knot and your throat wants to open and spill out all the tears.
you sleep and i sleep without the warm body near by that should be there.
you scream and i scream when it isn't fair and that's every day, every hour, every minute.
you cram and i cram our days full of fluff that doesn't matter so we won't remember the substance that does.
you talk and i talk about all of the things that sit down in our heads and hearts and veins and just sob, but the responses that come back aren't what we wanted or needed.
you work and i work at appearing normal, but we're half-girls and nothing but time can bring the other half home.
you wonder and i wonder what all the aches and pains and sorrow is for and whether, in the end, if it will count for anything.
you know and i know that while physical pain can do without the emotional, the emotional pain brings the physical with it so your stomach hurts and your shoulders knot and your throat wants to open and spill out all the tears.
you sleep and i sleep without the warm body near by that should be there.
you scream and i scream when it isn't fair and that's every day, every hour, every minute.
you cram and i cram our days full of fluff that doesn't matter so we won't remember the substance that does.
you talk and i talk about all of the things that sit down in our heads and hearts and veins and just sob, but the responses that come back aren't what we wanted or needed.
you work and i work at appearing normal, but we're half-girls and nothing but time can bring the other half home.