I realized why it was
you were whispering
that I'd be okay--that night
half awake when i felt your
cold fingers like a sobering
thought on my hips,

you said maybe I just get mean...apparently
but i can only remember you in
the things you said at night
the things said in the dark

you're gonna be okay
There it was. The night I was sick.
sleeping in the crook of your shoulder
like I have for the past four months, and
i started to cry because I'd never heard
that from someone like you,
You're gonna be okay, you've been telling me.
apart from all the bitter *******
and the things we've fought endlessly
about you were still
telling me
i am gonna
be okay.

and  i woke from a dream
from something more real
nothing but the smell of your
cologne *you're breathing funny,
breathe with me brooke, in and out.


that's right. in and out.

you're gonna be okay.