I was completely in love with his honesty
Brutal as it so often was
The way he scrunched his nose
And narrowed his eyes
As he read line after line,
"Hating yourself isn't poetry"
He spoke so sternly
"There's nothing pretty
Or intriguing about
A deep depression"
He woke me
From some sick fantasy
He shook my walls violently
The walls no one else
dared to touch
He knocked them down
One by one
And rebuilt them artfully
He healed me
I just need him to know
that he saved me
On the brink of irrationality
He reached out his arms
And pulled me in
"You don't want to jump
Don't lie to yourself
Don't lie to us"
Every drop of blood
evaporated in his unforgiving eyes
~It's okay to feel sad
But I won't let you fall victim
To the weakness you've created
No, that's far too easy
You can do so much better
You can be so much more
With a little effort~