i read him the words
and he sighs
i brace
for the criticism
hold my breath
waiting for the disinterest
already hearing him ask
what it meant
waiting for him to misunderstand
waiting for him to find it bland
he wipes his eyes
and tries not to cry
i am completely taken off-guard
and he repeats
my own words back to me
with that voice
a tone of encouragement
almost admiration
i swear
it was first time i knew
my words left impact on
someone other than me
and i found
i could barely breathe
for the pure energy it gave me
to be heard
and now
his eyes are red
wet
breathtakingly blue
and i know this feeling is true
i know i was put through
all the pain
to find his hands at the end
reaching for mine
i want to write for him all the time
i want him to see into my mind
i want to be
the one
he was always meant to find.
12:54pm - 27/03/25