I ran, until my legs bled from the hurt,
Pain was nothing more than a mere thought,
I caught up with her, breathing slow, my shirt,
It was ***** but I was just glad I caught.
I caught the girl on time, I hugged her,
tried to reassure her, the rest was a blur.
I held onto her tightly, hearing the cracks,
Those in her voice, it all just faded to blacks.
I dropped down to the floor, gasping.
Tears uncontrollably flowing, everlasting.
She was strong enough, until she wasn't,
and the cracks in her, flowed deeper.
"What's wrong?" I ask, a simple question.
She shook her head, her sad expression,
It said all I needed to know, "Everything."
I smiled fondly, "Well then, tell me anything."
She talks, I listen. I relate to this girl,
a lot more than I should, down to the curl.
I tell her things I should've told myself,
maybe I was, it meant something in itself.
I close my eyes, the girl is gone.
I turn around, nobody's home.
I drop my hands, I think, "hold on.."
The girl.. she's gone, leaving her comb.
The girl was never there.
It was me, and I was she,
The girl didn't go elsewhere,
she was carefree, in me.
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 4:48 PM UTC
I ran, until my legs bled from the hurt,
Pain was nothing more than a mere thought,
I caught up with her, breathing slow, my shirt,
It was ***** but I was just glad I caught.
I caught the girl on time, I hugged her,
tried to reassure her, the rest was a blur.
I held onto her tightly, hearing the cracks,
Those in her voice, it all just faded to blacks.
I dropped down to the floor, gasping.
Tears uncontrollably flowing, everlasting.
She was strong enough, until she wasn't,
and the cracks in her, flowed deeper.
"What's wrong?" I ask, a simple question.
She shook her head, her sad expression,
It said all I needed to know, "Everything."
I smiled fondly, "Well then, tell me anything."
She talks, I listen. I relate to this girl,
a lot more than I should, down to the curl.
I tell her things I should've told myself,
maybe I was, it meant something in itself.
I close my eyes, the girl is gone.
I turn around, nobody's home.
I drop my hands, I think, "hold on.."
The girl.. she's gone, leaving her comb.
The girl was never there.
It was me, and I was she,
The girl didn't go elsewhere,
she was carefree, in me.
I remember the absolute horror I felt at the thought of someone I knew not feeling okay, I remember rushing to help them. They would do the same for me, they always had. However, in that particular moment, I wanted nothing more than to grab that person and hug them. They might've needed it.
