love letter to a world that's hard to love

Hello my love,

You are so beautiful.

I think I need to say that first and foremost.

All of you are beautiful,

even when you feel it,

the least.

Even the bombs you drop,

The guns you fire,

The bullets..

They are bursting with creativity

Achieving it's goal with devastating accuracy.

And this hurts me to say,

But yes, even that aspect of you

Is ingenius and profound.

Now, before we get carried away though,

Could we talk about your feelings?

I wonder what's going through your head.

I wonder what you are going through.

I see you hurt a lot of people,

So I'm wondering if you are hurting..

Beautiful,

Are you okay?

Are you okay,

When you have hurt children?

Someone else's children?

Someone's father?

Their mother?

How do you feel when they are all dead?

Do you feel relief?

And how would you feel if that was you and yours?

I wonder..

Darling,

I wish comes a day,

Where you aren't hurting anymore.

And you forgive,

Whatever hurt you have in your heart,

So you can rest your guns,

And rest your weary hands.

And i hope the rest gets to live

To gather themselves,

To heal, and to cope.

Because i will always think that..

 All of you are beautiful,

Even when you feel it the least.

-BBYSPRKY