You won't be scared to
Tell me you're not okay
You will say:
"Don't go."
As I gather my things
With every intention
To fall apart on
The ride home
My home that was shown
In the dark
and
when it was
Silent
Your violent
Rages of wavering
Sympathy
Are always with me
You thought you were
Teaching me...
I taught you
That reservation is for
The strong
It's okay to be wrong
And
You are loved
Shove
me under your
Shade and be brave