can you see me?
can you hear me?
upon all my cries of help,
is my heart steady?
will you make it be?
i have questions about my sanity,
i have thoughts about your galaxy,
the one that you promised me,
the one which holds all the stars and collisions
that will never flee.
will you cast away my trust,
or will you calm me in my moment of fuss?
can i lend you my crusts,
for you to alleviate and assuage?
i have issues you'll find excruciating,
i have hatred you'll find horrifying,
but this is all human,
isn't it, my friend?
(excuse all the questions in this poem, but that's just how my mind goes.)
