You told me once that you don't tell me about your hurt
You think I am busy and it would be a waste of my time.
I told you that your hurt matters.
And that you are worthy of me.
Honey, I know that the loneliness feels thick
I know that it smells putrid and rancid.
I know that it lingers and hovers even when you least expect it.
I know that there's pain. Dull and ever-present at first then sharp and sudden.
And you can't quite decide which one is worse.
You ask of nothing from me.
Yet I have a request for you.
Do not lower yourself into the pit of despair.
Though if you did, I would join you.
Do not find yourself on the arms of those who do not savor your every word.
But if you do, I will.
Do not share your spirit with the unfit.
But if you did, I would retrieve it.
A decade of dedication, do you still not feel my love?
You are a whole note. I am only a staff.
Together, we are everything.