When you think you’ve hurt me
That will merely be the inspiration
The resourceful seed that I plant
To bloom my vengeance from
It will be sweet and swift and hard
Fierce and venomnous
But above all
Like the gaping wounds
The ever aching hurt
The never fading scars
You left on me


Being there

There’s something so devastating
about their inner broken sadness
of someone who I attribute
most of my happiness to
A feeling so powerless
seeing them helplessly hopeless
with no surge of optimism
seeming to reach through
What can I do?
I know nothing
because I’ve been there myself
all that really helps, is offering to help
Concern and care
are more important
than merely
Being there