i ought
to be careful
where i seek
acceptance and
validity
because most people don't know
what they want from themselves
and let alone from me
but with jean
he didn't seek anything from me
he didn't push me to speak
he just held me when i broke
and sometimes when i didn't break.
i don't know if we were friends
or what we were at all
and for some reason
i didn't feel the need
to know because
all that mattered to me
was that i was with him.
he is the first one
that looked at me
as if there
was something to see.
"my heart hurts so much." he told me.
"why?"
"i don't know."
i turned towards him.
"it's like it will stop beating and
i don't know if i feel
sad about that." he said.
i took both his hands
and placed one over his heart
and the other over mine
and as i held onto our hands
placed over our hearts
i said
"it's beating
and so is mine
and they won't stop
unless we make them."
and then he looked at me
with so much feeling
and his eyes glossed
and so did mine
"promise me
you won't make it stop." he said.
"only if you promise
the same."
that was the night
that i crossed my heart
and he did too
and i never felt closer
to anyone before.
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fire escape
Poetry#1 in 'the building' series she was nothing but a doll everyone played with how they wanted to, he was nothing but a empty color in a rich picture, not even noticeable. both robbed of their childhood, they seek comfort in each other, in the only pl...
