romantic poetry

condoling

you asked me why do i always push you away, like as if i was crying and you were trying to condol me but i wouldnt let you.
it's not because i don't like you, trust me, i do. i don't wanna get used to the idea of you always being there because one day long the road, you'll be gone. you won't be there to make me smile, to hold me, to dust me off and tell me to try again. your presence will be missed like the night sky without it's beautiful moon shining light into the world, leading people the way to success. but here i am, three weeks later lying down on the bathroom floor waiting for you to bust down the door and save me from my thoughts

idk if this makes any sense but lets pretend it does