Yes, I do vent in my poetry,
It is a safe place to be human,
I don't need to be tough,
Honesty comes fluidly,

I write to you often,
What I wish I could say,
My fears seem childish here,
But this is my heart,

My mind does not see so clearly,
It considers what others think,
It worry's what others see,
They battle inside of me,

Just give me time,
I will talk to you,
Like I did your parents,
My shyness is my hurdle,

Please wait for me,
I choose the chivalrous route,
Sometimes I look silly or dumb,
But I will always support you,

My back can only carry pounds,
But my mind and my heart are strong,
I love to take on others pain,
It makes me feel joyful,

I want to be a hero,
I will give myself for others,
My powers are my will,
And my determination,

Share with me all your sorrow,
I want to dive in and pull you out,
Like the hero saves his princess,
And lives with her happily ever after,

So let's have a talk,
Not a text or a call,
But a heart to heart,
Where I can truly speak,

Untill then,
Sleepwell,
Good Luck!!,
I am thinking of you,

He went to bed for the first time in months, without anybody telling him that they loved him, and telling him to sleepwell
and he found it in his favor.
He found it in his favor to not think about the girl he left behind
with nobody to say that they loved her
or to wish her a goodnight.
He found it in his favor to be alone late at night
with no extra warmth in the blankets beside him.
He found it in his favor to not think about the girl, with nothing but a broken heart and empty sheets.
He found it in his favor to think only about the cool pillow against his cheek
and not the tears on hers.

The only thing she found, was that she was no longer in his favor.