Don’t Worry.
I’m always the strong one.
The One people go to
when they feel themselves
falling apart.
(don’t they know
i fall apart, too,
sometimes?)
But Don’t Worry.
I’m like a rock
and I let them
carve their agonies
into my back.
(i’m c h i p p i n g
away,
into nothing.)
But Don’t Worry.
I’m an anchor,
and when they feel themselves
drifting away,
I pull them back.
(but this rope is tethering
and i feel the waver
as each thread b r e a k s.)
But Don’t Worry.
Tell me everything,
and I’ll sit here
and listen
because you need it.
(and you won’t notice
that i’m already
g o n e.)
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