with all of my, heart.

to : rosyln luna grey

cupboard under the stairs 

#4 privet drive

little whinging, surrey 

from : the heart

superior to the liver,

between the lungs

my dearest rosy,

          let's not sugar-coat this, let's get straight to the heart of it:

i am sick of this. i love you but i'm tired. i've been sitting in this cold cage of ribs for 18 years now & i'm starting to lose my voice. 

                so please,

hear me,

hear me. 

i'm trying to speak your language, but i can't quite seem to get the conjugations right or maybe you're just not listening. but just like you, i know what it's like to be beaten. 

please hear me, i know you. 

i see the secrets behind your perfect childhood and i see you even after you & the sun have gone to bed. 

rosy, you're my reason, & i'm your reason: 

for purpose. 

so please, just hear me. 

with all of my,

heart. 

 (art by the beautiful c. jade)