Poetry My Dears

Venting

Different people understand differently.
Different people see differently
Some relate to the pain
Some will listen to the pain
Some will distract from the pain
But sometimes you can't add the weight
The weight to their shoulders
The shoulders that are already buckling
You don't want them to be more worried
To see the many more cracks that keep coming
You don't want them to worry
And offer help you can't take
Sometimes people don't see it
Or get why I do it this way
And that's okay
For me,
I switch people like seasons
So no one ever knows everything
So no one has that much strength over me
So I'm never that vulnerable
But, sometimes the person stays
Stays longer then intended
Reacts better then intended
You trust them more than intended
And that's what happened
It wasn't the plan
To get so close
To say so much
To open as many bottles
But, I did
I did with him
It wasn't the plan
But, I can't help it.