i can't believe that 

sometimes

i think i'm worth your time.

i can't believe that

sometimes

i love you too much.

because why would i love someone

who probably doesn't love me

just as much?

doubts fall from this stormy sky,

flooding my mind. 

do you love me?

am i worth it?

are you just pretending?

did i see more than there was?

it burns like fire

and i'm gathering scars. 

i'm sorry. 

i'll try to let you go,

but it's difficult.

because i love you more

than i ever thought i could. 

someday

maybe someday i'll be one of those

blooming flowers.

at least, i'd like to hope.

listen

Listen, listen, listen

the words repeated to me

over the years

whispered in books

and shouted in stern eyes

listen, listen, can't you hear?

i am listening. 

can't you tell?

you are not listening

you 

are

  not

but i am.

i am not speaking.

my ears are open.

i hear what is being said

and the silence.

you are not taking in

you are not gathering it

you are letting it go

no, no. 

listen.

gather it up in your heart.

capture it.

okay. 

i forgot what it was like to listen

and not to speak afterwards.

to not constantly reply

and give advice.

and

when i did

that was when

i felt the most filled

love, don't leave me now

oh little lost boy,

i cannot believe that you chose

to run away from the only

home

that would keep you safe.

what are you afraid of?

that adventure would give you up,

that you would be too safe,

a life without risks?

dear little lost boy,

you are wrong. 

the world has tricked you

into thinking that this earth

holds what you need.

the earth has what you want,

not what you need.

dear little lost boy,

what can i do

to convince you to come home?

i wish i could.

but i can't.

so i will surrender you 

to the only person

who can 

h e l p 

you.

little lost boy,

come home someday.

only death is out there in that awful world.