dear god

dear god,
are you here. I can\'t tell anymore
i\'ve changed
I\'m not that little flower anymore with you so present in her little mental sky
dear god,
is this so wrong
ending this thing you created
this wretched thing
with intent and purpose and passion.
strong.
you call this. strong.
screaming crying kicking weeping wailing convulsing. dying?
so, god
is this how it ends
just the way it began
implacable, soft, angelic
here it is- beauty, horror, tragedy, love. Love. i love you more than anything.
all this. just between us. just you. and me.