No one gets it
not really
(unless they’ve been there)
the shift of consciousness
into a person who is
me but not me
a person who thinks thoughts
I would never think
does things
I would never do
No one gets it
but they can still
sit talk be with me
even if sometimes they get things wrong
even if sometimes they get frustrated
They can still keep me from
floating away
They can keep the dark loneliness
at bay
No one gets it
but they can still be
a comfort
a shield
a protector
saving me
from myself
They don’t need to get it
to love me
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