i know you think the world is against you right now. i know what i’m doing is and will never be enough to soothe your agony, to make you utterly happy. do one thing for me, will you? pour them onto me, my love.
the pain. the sadness. the things your heart never wanted to feel in the first place.the hate. the sufferings. the things you shouldn’t be feeling. the heartache. the anger. the things dealt with you by this cruel and wretched world that doesn’t deserve you.
pour them onto me, my dear. everything. your dreams. your secrets. your favorite memories. your desires. your favorite place. oh, i want to be your saving grace. i will be here waiting for them (for you) with arms outstretched and a smile on my face and a whisper from my lips:
“i love you despite all of these.”
i crawl under your skin, looking for a way towards your heart. i can see you struggling. i can see you -with tears blurring my vision- fighting. i can see every part of you working hard. i reach for your heart, admiring the strength of this boy who just doesn’t stop when all he wanted was to give up. i can see it now. weak but still doing its best to pump blood to every vessel, every ventricle-willing itself to do its job.
“i’m here. let me take care of you. you can rest now.”