You are a taste of delight, future, and peace.
You make me feel as if I've been oblivious to contentment in my comfortable world.
You protect me and my innocence when you have none to bare.
You are real, not uncomfortably molded like the rest.
You taught me kindness and comfort in the sweetest way.
You make the butterflies move never to cease.
The grin will forever grow as you fix what I didn't know was broken.
As if you have saved me from a dream I was eternally placed.
But in you is pain, hurt, and betrayal.
You rightfully have anger and problems beyond reach.
You're flooded with false guidance, lust, and other's selfish desires,
But most importantly, you often feel lonely.
You have lost some part of happiness that will be hard to regain.
You cope, or try your hardest, but fail.
You desire something real, but don't want to put in the work.
And You are hurt by the future that was torn away.
You're broken. And I want to fix you,
But I can't.
Because that wound needs time to heal, and I am no doctor.
But you'll be okay soon,
And when you heal I'll see you, home.
