Jul 2017
It isn't right for me to latch onto you like a lifeline,
because you are, you know,
It isn't right for me to keep on hugging you well past the first ten seconds.
It isn't right that the tears are stuck in my throat,
that I'm no longer afraid to cry,
It isn't right that we're in the dark, and no one else can help us now.
It isn't right that when you eventually let go, there's so much genuine concern in your voice, when you say, I'm sorry, but are you okay?
It isn't right that I shrug your concern away. That I say I'm fine, even to the only person who's cared enough to ask - it isn't right.
But just because it isn't right, doesn't mean it isn't the truth.
*Because it is, you know.
because you are, you know,
It isn't right for me to keep on hugging you well past the first ten seconds.
It isn't right that the tears are stuck in my throat,
that I'm no longer afraid to cry,
It isn't right that we're in the dark, and no one else can help us now.
It isn't right that when you eventually let go, there's so much genuine concern in your voice, when you say, I'm sorry, but are you okay?
It isn't right that I shrug your concern away. That I say I'm fine, even to the only person who's cared enough to ask - it isn't right.
But just because it isn't right, doesn't mean it isn't the truth.
*Because it is, you know.
And if I could have said thank you - if the dark was dark enough that I'd actually forget that ears have walls - if gratefulness hadn't been so intermixed with a little bit of terror because you weren't meant to see straight through me - I would have, and I would have meant it whole-heartedly.
