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all of her problems seem so real
and so miniscule in comparison,
i suppose. but she means a lot to me
and these problems mean a lot to her
and they consume her,
so they consume me.

i tell her she deserves better
and she does deserve better.
sometimes,
whispering softly to no one
when she isn’t around
i just want to hold you,
until you feel better.
she deserves to feel better.

late at night i dream that i’m just holding her
and someone else is watching and getting angry
its all so complicated
and i can’t explain it
but i don’t want her to be so sad.

scream to no one,
no one.
scream
i’d be nice to you.
i’d be good for you

• Category: Poetry