i am just a child
in a world full of adults

the worst kind of unrequited love
is the kind
where your dearest loved one
who holds your heart
acts like
you hold their heart
as well

you always encouraged me to become a poet
yet i told you
that the words i needed
was too hard to find

then one day, you left me
and the words i had needed for so long
came to me
like snow falls on a december day

you said that
love
was for
the weak ones

never have i ever
been this happy
to be            
weak