this all lead me to think
“i’m too troubled, don’t be my friend”
but I was wrong
I was lying to myself
I needed someone as much as I needed air
for someone like me
so troubled

having someone to talk to was so important
I needed to let out my feelings
or else i’d bottle them all up until the bottle overflows
and overflowing is cataclysmic
disastrous
catastrophic
deadly
just like my thoughts

there are no rainbows
without the rain
there are no plants
without the sunlight
there is no me
without you

meeting you was like finding that one book
the book you’ve been searching for in the library
for five hours
the book that had it all
everything you needed and needed to know

you
you are all I need
and all that I need to know
all that I need by my side
in my arms
against my small short self