I don’t know
What we talk about
Or what we are saying.
I just know that I’m listening,
And I know that you’re listening,
And that makes me feel content;
Like I finally have someone who
Will listen
To all of my bullshit
And all of my sob stories
And all of everything
No matter how long you have to sit there
And wait for me to be okay, again.
I finally feel like I did something right.
I feel like this choice
Was something
That wasn’t just a “choice”.
Like this “something” was meant to happen.
All I’m saying is
I love you,
And for once I know,
That is not a lie,
And will never,
Not even once,
Be one.