A quarter of a mile and there's nothing left to do.

With what you have learnt from nothing significant, it surprises me that there is a fraction of hope left in you. This maddening cycle of bullshit you've learnt so well to take in your stride and these battles fought in a sad love song, as the people around you crumble and let you down, pulling you from this universal bottom of a rock, you lay in bed with all these doubts of stability in life and how you can concretise this union of two, whispering in the dark, sharing all the injustice this world has bestowed unto you, I hold you, nodding in agreement because I know you're not one to take pity on yourself.

And because I love you so.

Before you end work tomorrow, sucked dry, exhausted and unappreciated, know that if you have one foot in your grave, I'll put my two.