Poetic Excuses

I Am Here For YOU

I sit here and draw,
My body aching from the massacre last night.

My phone goes off because of your poems,
I read them and my jaw drops.

I love you,
Doesn't that count?

I cried at the disaster that happened,
I wished to die then and there.

I wished it would all go away,
That I never existed.

Then it hit me,
I'm still here for a reason...

For you.

I doubt this will matter,
But I must say it:

I'm still happy because of you.
I'm still sane because of you.
I'm still myself because of you.
I'm still here for you.

I am alive... because of YOU.

I love you.
I want you to know that I care.
That I am here.
Not for anyone, but for you.

I don't want you to cry.
I don't want you to hurt.
I don't want you to feel pain.

I want you to be happy.

I want you to know I am here.
I want you to know I will listen....
But will you?

I'm still here for you.