Thrive

He told me how.

But I didn’t believe him.

He never let up.

So I began to ignore.

He just wanted to help.

But I thought I was too far-gone.

He disagreed.

He reached for me.

I ran from him.

He cried for me.

I cried for me.

He loved me.

I was certain I was too broken for that.

He still loved me.

He waited for me.

I thought he left.

He watched with the eyes of a lover.

I screamed with the voice of despair.

He felt my pain as his own.

I cried to be understood.

He knew me.