they say that i’m crazy, they say that i’m cruel. they say that i don’t know everything. they can say all they want, but as long as i’m who i say i am, i’ll be okay. i struggle to find the right words to say, even as a writer… but that’s okay. i will clear my mind and set my soul free. inside my train of thought, inside of my messy and disorganization-- you were always there to calm me down. my best friend, my lifeline. I wrote my last apology to the tear that soaked through our favorite verse and folded your lips tightly between the creases of worry's ghost. night is a napkin of potential we haven't put to rest, but sleep is a lullaby our mom's never sang to us. we make our own silhouettes from snowflakes that dance along our nose. though fear reflects off the sun like the rainbow in the corner of your eye, and the crack in your voice drops more calls than the wind between your eyelashes, I will love you in every way you never asked me to. darling, my darling, know when I said I needed space, I just wanted you to come close enough to hold me together tonight.
