You let me peek at your
Scars just for long enough
To piece them together
Like a puzzle in my mind,
Not for long enough to know
How to take care
Of them.
You don’t want me
To help you,
But I know
Just enough to know
That I touched something
That is sore and painful
At every given moment.
I’m sorry.
What I didn’t say
Tonight, is that I wish
You
Would let me in,
Let someone in,
But that is not up to me.
I want you
To know what it’s like
To be the most important person in someone’s life.
I want you
To know what it’s like
To have someone ask you
For what you need
And be willing to do it.
I want you
To know what it’s like
To be prayed for
By someone who loves you.
I may not know you,
But I love you.
I can’t
Give you much,
But I want you
To know what it’s like
To be loved
The way
You
Never got to be.
Thank you
For being you.
Thank you
For being here.
Elizabeth Day is a writer who’s yet to meet a genre she didn’t like. She is a graduate of Southern Utah University with a bachelor’s degree in English education with a creative writing emphasis and double minors in theater and film. Along with publishing poetry, fiction, and nonfiction in many journals and magazines, she is a regular contributor for the Hey! Young Writer blog and is most recognized for her work as a boy band scholar. Her debut poetry collection, Random Poetry, is out now. You can find her on Instagram @itsanadventur.
Featured image by Chang Qing on Unsplash.
Beautiful 🫶