heard

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