you know all those bad days?
the ones where all you want
is to be in bed
asleep
or listening to music
the days that are just not good
for no good reason
the days that anything
I mean anything
could just push you over
the edge.
All your bad days
are my bad days too
because seeing you sad
or angry
or just stone-faced
I get sad or mad
but worried
and only because
I love you
c.e.
p.s. you know who you are. you're the star to my Kingsley.
