Sometimes I read other peoples poetry and I realize that it's those words I've been secretly harboring in my heart; and someone was finally able to explain them to me.

And he was the only one,

The only one who ever loved me

Oh so innocently

He was the only one

Who tried to stop me
From always lowering myself

He was the only one

Who helped me
To be confident with myself

He was the only one

Who changed his way
So that I won't get hurt

He was the only one

Who still cared
Even after there's no more 'us'

He was the only one

Who showed me
What love was really like to him

I spent months wondering
How could a human be so unselfish

And I realized

He wasn't trying to make me love him

He was trying to make me love me

She doesn't know what to do
She can't get out of this room
She sits in her chair
watching the morning dew

No appetite

Words don't work
They won't even sway her
Her mind is somewhere else
I know maybe
she's thinking about you

There are so many clichés
one can say

All you can do is hug her
tell her
"Baby it's gonna be okay "

That's all you can do
when
baby's got the blues.