I don’t think I’ll ever be able to
Be “just friends” with you.
We spent countless nights
Watching the dark blue sky turn orange
As we confessed our deepest secrets
And shared bits and pieces of our souls.
I don’t know that I could ever convert back
To small talk about the weather
When I know that you wish the rain
Would wash you down the gutters too.
I listened to you talk about which monsters
Walked from under your bed
Right into the daylight,
And kissed away the pain the shadows brought.
I don’t know if I could walk next to you
Without trying to grab your hand
And lead you away when we pass
Those same monsters on the street.
You were my safe haven to fall back on,
And I hid all of the hurt you felt
In my skin and soul
To take away your pain.
To me you will always be
And I can’t go back to being
Just another person to you.
FAMILY like branches on a tree, we all grow in different directions yet our roots remain as.
Family is not about blood. It’s about who is willing to hold your hand when you need it the most.