You held me on the floor trying to make me feel better when nothing can be changed for you. It does for a time. I tremble with thoughts of leaving. Its hard to do. Hold me a little longer on the floor and listen to my stories, and I'll listen to yours.
Teach me things and don't push me away.
I like you, I wept into his chest.
I like you too, Was his answer, holding me.
I rise and hold his gaze, Then, why did you say anything about us?
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