This is a thank you
To the ones
Who time and time again
Give me a purpose
Those that see every subtle cry for help
In every slight movement I make
And don't wait for me to reach out
But do it for me
They save me without asking
Rescue me from myself
Make sure that in the midnight hours
As I'm staring at the cracks in my off white ceiling
I am not alone
They're the ones who I owe nearly everything to
The people, the persons,
Who can do no wrong in my eyes
Glorious in all the sunshine they carry in their aura
Even on my darkest days, on the eclipses of any hope in my life
They are there to remind me
When the sun turns out,
there is still light, if not little
Which can be found in the moon
They are my semi colon
In a way
And I never thought I'd have these people
The ones who no matter what day or time or month or year
Refuse to give up on me
Here's to those people
My life guards, my ladders,
my hope
Without them, what would I be but stardust
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A/N: thank you
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Poetry[completed] some half assed thoughts i've had about unrequited love and unnecessary hope shattering revelations
