And I hope one day you wake up and the realization that I have always loved you more hits you. I hope the feeling is one that resembles bricks inside a woven bag being beat down onto your stomach. I hope your ribs crack and you choke as your lungs try and fill with the air I’ve been breathing into you for countless days.
I hope your fingers search towards spots where I once laid my head and stroke the swelling purple bruises that are now showing under your skin. I hope your smile is still beautiful though your mouth is filled with ugly lies. Your lips chapped and scarred where I once rested my own.
Your soul crushed beneath the ego you built. Tired I am of trying to constantly rebuild. Tired I am of trying to push mountains with only two limbs.
One can sometimes only hope.