i saw you —
through the crack of the bedroom door,
sitting with your knees close to your chest.
this was the first
and the last time
i heard you
speak to the heavens,
i'll be good,
i promise.
i won't speak,
i won't touch anything,
i won't do anything
i'm not supposed to do.
i'll just sit here.
i'll just sit here
and wait until i go.
everyone knows that
anything and anyone i touch
bleeds and die.
so, i promise,
i'll be good.
i swear.
i swear on my life.
i wanted to tell you
that you didn't have
to be
good and perfect ;
and i wished i did,
but
i couldn't bring myself
to open the door
and hug you
and prove to you
that you are human
and not a glass being.
maybe i was afraid
that you would break
if i touched you.
YOU ARE READING
Tears For You
Poetry❝ i wished i had said that it was okay to cry, but instead i cried tears for you. ❞
