You're the kind of person
Who notices the little things
That not everyone will see.
Who can tell when I'm down,
Just through a text message
Or
Can see when my smile is forced
And how to fix it.
You're the kind of person
Who has ended up knowing me
Better than I know myself.
From when you call me silly
For apologizing,
To mocking
The way I press my lips.
You'd
Hold me,
Cradling me in your arms,
Attempting to put my pieces back together,
Whispering in a hushed voice,
"Hey sniffles,"
You'd say,
"It'll be okay,"
"You'll be okay."
Late night talks
Morphed into
Early morning wake-up calls.
Talking at every hour of the day,
For to do otherwise seemed...
Silly.
Because you're the kind of person
That I don't want to see
Gone
From my life.
YOU ARE READING
My Human Experience
PuisiA collection of poetry pieces I've written over the years. I've decided to share some here in case they tickle anyone's interests. Doesn't need to be read in a specific order ~ Mental illness isn't pretty or aesthetic, but writing it out and reading...
