Two years.

All that time.

And you just now tell me?

...

Known you for four years.
Grieving for four years.
Fighting my demons evermore for...
But
Cherishing for two years?
Telling me three days ago?

Why wait?

Bonding over our games.
Over our demons.
Over our words.
But
Thinking we both know me?
Do you realize how fucked up I am?

Why wait?
What stopped you?

Sleeping four hours.
Anxiety for the rest.
Who would have guess?
But
Avoiding yesterday?
Do I know what I'm doing?

Why wait?
What stopped you?
Why is this so hard?

Comforting by written words.
By sung words.
By any and all kinds of words.
But
Is this enjoyment?
Why isn't it taking the pain away?

Why wait?
What stopped you?
Why is this so hard?
Why is this affecting me so much?

I don't know how long I've been fighting.
I don't know why I feel this way.
I don't know why you claim to feel this way.
But
What if you get hurt?
What if you get hurt?

Why wait?
What stopped you?
Why is this so hard?
Why is this affecting me so much?
Why?

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A/N: Yeah. This ended up being longer and darker than I intended. Well, on the very remote chance that the person this is written for reads this and recognizes it's for you... It's just another thing I wrote for you. It's about my feelings regarding what you told me. You're just going to get hurt, but I know you'll say otherwise. Besides, you can handle yourself. You said it yourself, you've experienced worse. It should be known that I am losing my mind because of this and that there's a couple of lies in that poem. Have fun discerning truth from fiction.

I'd enjoy any comments you have about the poem.