the man is kind
with faded eyes that are hazy around the edges
he spoon feeds her honey
thick as glue and sickeningly sweet
it's hard to get down but she thanks him
and rests her head on his chest
here he is warm
the woman marks the spot with an x
tracing her fingers over the blushing skin
playing with the straggly curls that dust the broadness of him
he picks her head up and bring her face to his
his calloused hands are dry and cracked
she knows he has been yelling at the clouds again
asking the cosmos for all of the answers
chasing the sun till all that is left are bounds of rain
she knows he has let the water seep through his clothes again
till they are damp and sour smelling
and his throat is scratchy
and his booming cough rocks his whole body
she knows he'd rather figure out why he is alive
then live alongside her
but she stays
afterall
the man is so kind
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Poetrybut i know that you're having fun, wouldn't wanna mess this up for you