You're kind of like my Band-Aid.
I know that it's going to hurt when we have to part.
When you go,
I'm going to have to be brave
and you'll leave me with a stinging feeling,
long after you're gone.
But right now,
as you hold me in your arms
you've stopped me from bleeding.
Even if it's just a little while longer.
I'm healing.
And so even if it hurts when you leave,
I'm happy that you were here
when I needed you.
YOU ARE READING
What We Wouldn't Say Aloud
PoetryAnd it's in these moments, when all we can do is feel that one begins to whisper words into paper.
