I sit on gravestones of broken relationships
Always there to comfort the mourners
It doesn’t matter that I lost a friend
To my own feelings I am but a foreigner
I perch on bedside tables and
Inhale to absorb the dark fogs
From dreams, leaving behind only
Pink clouds and puppy dogs
It doesn’t matter that
Dark dream clouds now
Purge my waking thoughts
I’m used to that anyhow
I live within a magic 8-ball
Spitting out advice for
Questions I haven’t yet
Answered for myself nor
Do I plan to, it doesn’t matter
For in the doubts
I feel at home for its
All I know, no way out
Is my default setting
It doesn’t matter
That I am about to drown
I can see them splashing
Happily, no incoming breakdowns
Because I’m here for them
And don’t think I don’t
Believe they’d be there
For me, they’ve shown
They care, but they shouldn’t
Have to, I am fine
It doesn’t matter that
Cracks show when I smile
Any struggles I have
Are only mine
They’ll never see me break
Doesn’t matter how far I bend
I’ll never show them my pain
Because I’m the therapist friend
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