You didn't disappoint me.


You took a needle


and sharpened it against my palm


every time you held my hand.


Then you gently, so gently


threaded it through my chest


and out my back


and around to the front again, where you


wrapped it around yourself


and then around me once more.


You didn't let me down,


you kissed me like


I was the only person you'd kissed that day


so I knew I existed to you in that moment.


You didn't fail me,


you made me feel needed.


After all, you obviously needed me.


You couldn't leave, even when you had to go.


How could I be hurt from such flattery?


How could anyone?


You didn't destroy me.


Don't worry yourself,


I'm fine.


But you should probably ask her why she's crying.


I'm sure I don't know.



And hurry back...