The stories you tell roam my mind.
I read every word you wrote and wish that they had been mine just so that you could be happy, even if it's just for a day.
Let me take your words and mend the broken parts. No I don't know what will happen or if it'll work. I don't know if it'll help or not. But I am here.
Let me take the words along with all your pain.
Let me catch all your tears.
Let me give you the happiness that I will take for granted. Take the thoughts that I will always deny and make them your own. Don't let them go to waste. Take it all because I know that you will know what to do if you have it. Make the most of it and I will write what hasn't been written already. Tell me your story and let go of the pain. I will carry it for you so that you can write a whole new story from scratch.
Let me...
YOU ARE READING
when Em came to me
Poetrythis is some stuff I write because I can't say it out loud and/or because I shouldn't be thinking about it. this is truly how I feel and what I think.
