I remember when I told you,
the memory is clear as day,
you held me tight as I cried,
and told me it's okay.
But you're grip tightened for a second,
and I thought I heard you say,
as if to remind yourself,
you whispered "you're okay".
I know it's four small simple words,
that shouldn't mean a thing,
but every time I see my scars,
your words will ring and ring.
You made me promise,
to tell you when I was down,
and now without you,
I fear that I may drown.
You helped me through the worst of times,
and held me when I was sad,
sometimes you even made me think,
life might not be so bad.
Those four small words,
told me it's okay,
they showed me someone cared,
even if only for a day.
* A/N * woo! two updates! this poem is actually really personal to me so I hope it came out as it should've. :)
«P.R.»
