“The Nutritionist” by Andrea Gibson
The tomorrow that has come and gone
And it has not gotten better
When you are half finished writing that letter to your mother that says “I swear to God I tried”
But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back
There is no bruise like the bruise of loneliness kicks into your spine
Whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun
Or the nights you collapse into my lap, curling your body
into a thousand broken questions
You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
But sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes we are sad but we don’t really know we are sad. So we say we aren’t sad. But really we are.
Have you ever spent a whole year hoping the morning wouldn’t come? I’ve had a band-aid in one hand, and in the other, a gun. Something’s been screaming “Fire, kid,” but something’s still screaming “Live”. So baby, write me a bridge away from this storm.