Marie Kondo

I found your old letters whilst Marie Kondo-ing my house and a veil of doom descended over me They did not "spark joy." Paperwheights lowered thelselves carefully into my heart. Opening Pandora's box seemed pointless But I did it anyway and read the story of us. What I learned is that you are neither devil nor angel, hell nor heaven, careless nor careful. Poisoned arrows shot years ago now seemed comedic as if they were thrown by tiny laughing cupids. I still look for ways to fill up the old wound Too deep to heal fully Too small for ICU I guess I always thought you didn't love me enough I never considered you might love too much