I am here.

I still wouldn't be able to show
the way you make me glow, and,
although you think you're a waste of time
I disagree,
From your presence in my mind
to the cute texting late at night
Girl, you are precious
no matter what's the matter.
Even if you don't tell me, it matters. And,
I'll be there when your heart shatters
to piece it back together, and,
comfort after such a disaster.

You say to me that you don't cry, but,
you and I both know that's a lie.
Knowing that I'm a lot like you,
then crying is a battle, that when alone, you lose.

I'll be here when you're sick of drowning in your tears, and,
sick of fear, and believing ever single lie that's between your ears,
my darling can't you hear?!
I care...
more than you could ever know,
not just because I've been there before, but,
because no one deserves that dark, deep, and empty hole.
You were made in the image of an artist,
an artist who put in you a part of himself,
My dear, He is near.
Again I will say, I am here.