You thank me all the time, you do.
You make it seem like I lose out.
But this is just the start of what,
I'd like to really talk about.
I'd like to note all that you've done.
I'd like to go back to the start.
To list the things you've offered me.
Your time. Your home. And then, your heart.
I'd like to thank you for it all.
But time, eternal, can't contain,
The vastness of the gratitude,
I feel and know, in soul and brain.
As you read on, i hope you'll see,
The truth behind this poetry.
So, here's the start of what's to be,
An epic tale of you and me.
Your first appearance. Nathan's house.
When yugioh was social glue.
I would've thanked you if I'd known,
The future that I'd have with you.
When you suggested a new job,
And pressured B to ask around.
Your push to make me live for more,
Helped get my finance off the ground.
"Well, now you work with B", you said,
"You may as well come live with us.
It saves you from that ****** flat,
And stops you waiting for the bus."
While others let me fade unseen,
You appeared in the space between.
Through all of it, you've always been,
The person that makes me feel seen.
I won't thank you for statements, vague.
That goes against my core intent.
You need to know that what I say,
Is EXACTLY what I meant.
You've seen my weakness and my strength.
You've seen the parts of me I hide.
And yet, with open arms (and legs),
You've always been right by my side.
You never made me earn your trust,
Or made me fight to win your grace.
You've always said "just come right here."
In your home (or on your face).
Through force of habit, I will say,
That at my weakest, "I'm okay."
But you'll approach, while others stay,
And sit with me through that dark day.
Not everything you do is grand.
The small things often mean the most.
They move through me as if your acts,
Are sponsored by the Holy Ghost.
You message me: "Thinking of you."
That's a phrase I hear, so rare.
Time and time and time again,
You show me that I have you there.
You made me feel included in,
A family that wasn't mine.
You showed me my potential in
A world that wouldn't see me shine.
I'm thankful that when I feel numb,
Like I'm a trodden stick of gum,
This world may leave me cold and glum,
But there you are, and you say "come."
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 5:23 PM UTC
You thank me all the time, you do.
You make it seem like I lose out.
But this is just the start of what,
I'd like to really talk about.
I'd like to note all that you've done.
I'd like to go back to the start.
To list the things you've offered me.
Your time. Your home. And then, your heart.
I'd like to thank you for it all.
But time, eternal, can't contain,
The vastness of the gratitude,
I feel and know, in soul and brain.
As you read on, i hope you'll see,
The truth behind this poetry.
So, here's the start of what's to be,
An epic tale of you and me.
Your first appearance. Nathan's house.
When yugioh was social glue.
I would've thanked you if I'd known,
The future that I'd have with you.
When you suggested a new job,
And pressured B to ask around.
Your push to make me live for more,
Helped get my finance off the ground.
"Well, now you work with B", you said,
"You may as well come live with us.
It saves you from that ****** flat,
And stops you waiting for the bus."
While others let me fade unseen,
You appeared in the space between.
Through all of it, you've always been,
The person that makes me feel seen.
I won't thank you for statements, vague.
That goes against my core intent.
You need to know that what I say,
Is EXACTLY what I meant.
You've seen my weakness and my strength.
You've seen the parts of me I hide.
And yet, with open arms (and legs),
You've always been right by my side.
You never made me earn your trust,
Or made me fight to win your grace.
You've always said "just come right here."
In your home (or on your face).
Through force of habit, I will say,
That at my weakest, "I'm okay."
But you'll approach, while others stay,
And sit with me through that dark day.
Not everything you do is grand.
The small things often mean the most.
They move through me as if your acts,
Are sponsored by the Holy Ghost.
You message me: "Thinking of you."
That's a phrase I hear, so rare.
Time and time and time again,
You show me that I have you there.
You made me feel included in,
A family that wasn't mine.
You showed me my potential in
A world that wouldn't see me shine.
I'm thankful that when I feel numb,
Like I'm a trodden stick of gum,
This world may leave me cold and glum,
But there you are, and you say "come."
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