Oh, twenty-twenty
You came quickly
Will you be long?
Help me get through?
Carry me to twenty-twenty-one?
I´m worried I wont get to see next year too.

You sent me to the ER with a ruptured chest
And my feelings are escaping in protest
Driven mad from being depressed in my heart
Can you hear them?
They are the rain banging on the windows
They are the birds singing out loud
Can you see them?
They are the comely roses
They are the few gray clouds
And they all call your name
In the rain and shine
They call for you to be mine

I have found "a me", I have found "a someone" to be

Digital displays drawing    
Invalids imaging insights  
Targets theory towards
Typing tough themes
Explaining endless endorse

Towards my fondness of you

thank god i can’t write good poetry
the best poetry comes from pain and hurt if you ask me
so although i can’t write like i used to
at least it means i’m doing alright