january 11th, 9:44pm

and as i write my last words out
in hopes of someone listening,
i find that you were listening
and holding onto everything
i thought no one wanted.

i thought no one wanted me.

i knew that no one saw the signs
that i drew through my words,
until i met you
and you showed me the parts of me
no one saw.

not even me.

-a.h.