you came to me like a witness
one night
wanting to help and care
but also like a deity,
quickly showing your devotion and love
without knowing a single thing about me
or even yourself
desperate but hopeful, like a victim
i clung to you like a newborn to it's mother
automatically worshipping the ground you walked on
and took your words as a form of
promise
but i was rudely awakened to learn that
your religion was built on a cliff
you were supposed to be my catcher in the rye
but you proved different,
turned me around and pushed me off
to the abyss i forgot existed
how were i to get back up without knowing how i fell
or how were i to know if i mistook a push from a trip
i laid there alone but later others came by
showing me the same type of care you did when i knew you
but it was too late
i quit clinging to people because i knew i would develop calluses
i quit touching hearts because i would develop blisters
the calm after the storm still had a cold breeze to it
there were hiccups on my walk back
but i took comfort in learning the difference between
dependency and independence
both hurt but only one gives others the power to
hurt me