My battle, was never our battle, like you said.
You made me believe that you had my back, that you cared about me and my well being, until it no longer benefited you.
Until, I became a burden and you jumped off ship, leaving me in the middle of the ocean.
No ammunition or map to get home.
You left and I barely survived.
I’ve been suffering and still no search party with you in charge, out looking for me.
Know, I spent days and months looking for you, only to find you and watch you leave the same way you pretended to fight a battle you never stood for.
I have screamed for mercy and cried what feels like an ocean since, still waiting to lift the pain of your absence from my heart.
Love… our greatest joy and most vile enemy.
Love Notes, J. Saunders
