Pink matter

Just a container for the child? Just someone who you can come home to? Like it or not she means more to me than that Had this ache only she can cure, had this fever she’d be able to control She was my strength, my stability, my will to keep going. Why’d I have to go and ruin it? Both didn’t want to end it but it was needed to heal and grow as people. How much is one supposed to give until it’s enough. How much can we give of ourselves until we’re gone. But since she’s been gone I’ve lost stability of the world around me. She was my lucky rabbits foot, and now I’m all out of luck.