Look whose trying
to pick the other up now?
It shouldn't have been you.
Your shoulders are already tired
from all the burdens
you bear.
I didn't mean
to give you more.
I'd give you better things,
like peace and painlessness
if I could.
I'd take all
the bad things away.
You're more kind and gentle
with some people,
those lucky enough
to know you.
I'm glad I did,
I would've waited years
upon years
to do so.
Perhaps I already have -
in another life,
and I hope this one
is better
for the both of us.
my door is always open, but you know that, don't you?
YOU ARE READING
Titles are Overrated
PoetryThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)