But I want to understand the power of this phantom that stretches and shrinks in your life but avoids
mine like the plague
I worry for you and pray that you can know when to say that you are not okay
Its not my place to worry so far as to ask how you are because we just met and that’s not normal,
I struggle to a magnitude of maybe a fourth of you yet I cannot understand why you don’t want help.
my sickened heart is now aware of the number of burdens felt across the world and of the putrid fact
that I have stayed unwelcoming throughout my life;
I have assumed that everyone lives the same as me, sad on a rainy day but otherwise carefree
I hadn’t realized that sunny days are one in the same with rain so long as depression cloaks,
I’m sorry for the people I’ve passed up and neglected and I want to say I’ve changed, and maybe I have;
Maybe I am selfish because I want to make sure you are okay because for me you are different,
I tell you this and I sense disgust, I sense it because I know it too yet I can’t compose my smile without
you
I don’t know how to make myself an option so I try to reveal myself in hopes of knowing your favorite
color.
Not a name has been said
and I hope you know how many times you’ve held the weight of my lips as they fall for another echoed
cry,
a debt repaid wouldn’t suffice, instead I push for closure in that you like the vibrance of green after rain
has fallen.
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