it comes when there is no time to write
and you're inches away from spilling your
sanity out on a sidewalk in the park

elevating to the moon you whisper
quiet nothings into your own bare shoulders

it comes when there's no time to think
and when the skies begin to look interchangeable

greys upon greys and sunset knitted together
and the cold dawns upon uncovered skin

it comes when there is no time to breathe

It’s hard to listen to kind thoughts
When your ears are stuffed with sadness

When you fly high
The fall is hard

"Why are you looking at me like that?"
He asks
It's because I want to hug him and tell him he's so so lovable
And that he is a boy
But I can't

"I'm happy you're writing again, but I'm sad for you"
I say
I want to cry for him
Take all the hurt
And I know that's crazy
Either way I can't
And I won't

The bad side of caring so much I suppose

I thought I'd never do it
That I was the only one in the universe like me
By I think I've finally found my tribe
And I think I've finally found my reason to keep going