She was his mantra
That felt like honey rolling off his tastebuds
Her name at his lips was pure bliss
She was his prayer
The one he relentlessly chanted
before every meal,
before he went to bed,
and when he woke up in the morning,
terrified to face the world
But she was there
Or at least her syllables were
And through all things
His mantra unclenched his fists
And lifted any and all weight
From his aching shoulder blades
Oh god her name
He loved it
He needed it
He breathed it
With every exhale,
His fingers trembled less
And his lips' quiver slowed
For with every breath,
out fell her precious, captivating
Silky smooth name
And that was all he really needed
To keep on living
YOU ARE READING
he/him/you
Poetry[completed] some half assed thoughts i've had about unrequited love and unnecessary hope shattering revelations
