we sat
i sipped the spirits
he talked soft
he lifts my spirits
it's loud
but his voice calms me
he knows
so much about me
knives clamor
he protects me
the food is sickening
but he needs me
his words
cut through the darkness
he slices
away the dark thoughts
"don't hurt
for I will hold your arms
and tell you I hurt more
and help you feel less insecure"
he understands
that I don't always think
but he gets
that it's sometimes hard not to think
about leaving
I want to help him
but he wants to help me
I'm placing bets
on who closes their door fist.
but I want to hold them open forever
~vivi
