Let me cater to you as I let
my life slowly crumble.
Don't worry, it's okay.
You're more important.
I'll lie and say I'm fine and how
I always find a way out.
Or through.
Whatever sounds convincing.
Let me comfort you and listen to you.
I could listen to you for hours,
but I know better than to share with you.
You only have time for you.
I'll say my goodbyes and watch you
float away with a borrowed sense of strength
and purpose.
You won't give it back.
I won't ask for it back.
Lucky you.
I fight the urge to admit I need help.
I put on a brave face and play a part years later.
I give you grace. I give you forgiveness.
I give you me.
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Caffeine and Me
PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
