"Im just tired" her words still echo in my heart

"How could I be there for her if she doesn't let me?
What if I needed her here for me?"



I know how your limbs
swallow abyss
in auto pilot routine
and how you smile for the sun
if nothing else

I'm not afraid
of the illness encasing
the fraility of your soul
or the deafening disperses
of your uniform silences

but don't stay lost in yourself
for too long
pretty girl

you still have countless dreams
left to unveil