We,
one day,
happened to meet.
So suddenly
We knew each others secrets
You told me your hardships
I told you mine.
We both experienced heartache
We weren't at all fine.
The aftermath not quite a pretty site
However, never a pretty site.
You text me when your sad
I help to make you feel better
I text you when I am sad
You make me feel better.
Lately we haven't talked much.
Is it because we really don't know how to.
Or because we're afraid to get hurt.
Sometimes I don't tell you everything I'm afraid I'll hurt your feelings.
I don't want to do so
So I just act like I'm okay
I know you do the same
We laugh together
We cry together
You have seen me at my worst.
Thus, I at your worst
When the walls come crashing down we stood by eachother
We still do to make sure we keep eachother in check.
I know I said I'd write you a poem
I ended up writing an blab
No words could explain how much you mean to me
Please don't cry when you read this,
I love you
I always did.
~Tiamat
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Body without Mind
PoetryA glimpse into the mind of an empath, bearing in mind the toll of what can't be controlled but instead manifested into the mind's darkest creations.
