I told her everything was going to be okay when I knew it wouldn't be.
I assured her we were okay when we weren't.
I have her the false hope I wanted to have myself.
I calmed her tears when my own were threatening to spill over.
I wanted to comfort her in any way possible even when I knew she was upset with a good reason to be. I hated to see her cry and worry about something that was out of our hands. So I told her over and over again not to worry, things would be okay; we were going to be fine.
But things did not turn out okay.
Things were not fine.
And I will never forget how I fed you false hope that day when we were all shoved in the same room under lockdown in the middle of summer.
YOU ARE READING
Her.
PoetryA collection of the letters and little tidbits I've written to her / about her in the past eight-ish months. She's my girl now :) ✨💛✨
