one thing

I tried to make this poem different But then I realized If there's one thing I'm good at It would be writing about you About your smallest movements No one seems to notice Like the way you flick your hair when you get nervous About the surprises in you Like your soft cry to belong, to matter When all people see is a hard rock They never knew it was a build up of tears And about the things I will never have the chance to tell you again Like when you're nervous or afraid, I'll be there But I won't tell you not to fear Because there are some things we have to be afraid of Or hey, you were my rock The one thing I held on to And I will cradle you Your softest whispers And the salty water you come with Because You belong with me You will always matter.

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