you matter to me.
you're unable to repay them every day,
not with food
or money
or thank yous
it doesn't cut it, it never does
except for the scissors
following dotted lines
of coupons you'll never use.
are you okay?
the words don't sound the same
when he's the one saying them,
especially when you can only hear it
in your voice, you hiss
to send him away,
but he only grows closer
until he doesn't.
you can lean on me.
only once,
you accept the offer
letting yourself fall and dwindle into
smaller
against his narrow shoulders, you're heavy
but you can't remind him that
in the end,
it's your burden to carry.
i'm sorry.
one thing is certain:
you hope to god, please
that he isn't sorry,
that he'll still drag his feet when he walks
looking up at the stars
instead of where he's walking,
and the sound of
clashing rudiments will still
occupy his eardrums
instead of the sound of your voice.
we'll stay together.
here is where
every hello and goodbye
adds up into something bigger,
and it's better to say things
than mean them,
and larger amounts surpass quality,
and you wonder
if anyone means anything,
but not right now.
i'll always be by your side.
YOU ARE READING
melted
Poetry❝the present was the present, and we didn't even know it.❞ dedicated to kjh and wb highest ranking: #27 in poetry
