This is a sad time to be talking to me
I hear the words slip gently out of tired lips
The middle of my heart clinks like little cups
It recognizes the words
But now here they are
from the one I would do anything for
the time is perfect even if she doesn't know it
it is an honor to be the one she needs to talk to at this hour
The wrongs of the day
of the year
gently bubbling over her soft edges
I remember how I could trust very few people with my feelings past 11:30
How she thinks of me even when the situation has her spinning
thinking about drowning
And I show her I want all her words
I drink them in
Until there is no whirlpool left to trap her
They are bitter and something else
Strong and balanced like a turkish coffee
YOU ARE READING
for now
Poetrypoems for this time and to an incredibly beautiful girl. a reminder that people are mostly good. feelings are mostly good. life is good and life changes every day. Feelings protect you, and it's okay not to be okay.
