like lights,
living room.
held my chair,
when i would swoon.
soon sat back,
the simple moon,
could not express,
our heaven room.

too scared to see you now,
sensitive in crowds,
lonely when I say don't come around.
loved you,

though my face,

held a frown.

hated when you turned it,

up side down.

But I loved you,

now i wish i'd come around.

to all the feelings I ever hurt,
to your help from which I turned,
to the pain I probably earned,
a lesson rots,
your side untaught,
so much unlearned:

i'm sorry.

forever words,
i don't deserve.

Christ-carrying whisper,
scared to come home.
tipsy under a cherry tree,
a day's dying glow.

i hope that you're still reading this,
a small hope if you're needing it;
you count your numbers,
breathing in,
you rollercoast emotions while,
remembering to breathe again.
you wish your hands,
weren't paper thin,
while holding up the world times ten.

just know that i am listening,
i hope you know i'm listening.

who are you,
to shake my small world.
to upturn the ground,
when you're not around.
the hate that i hold,
i will slowly let go,
i can change you from friend,
to someone i don't know.
though the fire's still young,
it is one that will lull.
like the pride that stands strong,
will, in time, become old.