Thoughts · November 8, 2021

BAD DAYS

Photo by Josh Hild

Split with me,
Multiply. 
In the part that will always be missing, put me.
That way, what you and I already have gets bigger.
I want to know your side that is broken, the hurt side.
I don’t just want beautiful days.
Those with radiant skin.
I want to want to stay on the bad days.

Don’t let me go.
Do not go away.
Come be with me.

Leave the unimportant
And open a loophole.
Give me a bit of space,
Go through this gap.
Align yourself in vision through the gap between you and me.