Cw: blood and allusions of suicide
I adore his stance,
The way he idles.
Enlightened by that grin,
Occasionally flashing his silly demeanor.
Entranced by his diligence,
Ensuring I may never flinch,
at the hands that have caused harm,
never without reason,
never to my disdain.
I am beside myself in reverie,
Lost in worlds that will never see light.
I snap to,
before me,
He stands on a parapet.
Balancing over an edge,
Having not decided which way to lean.
Inches away I stand,
Pleading,
Praying,
While he fixates on the ersby.
Not realizing I stand with him,
having balanced myself.
Suddenly,
I am scared,
scared the moment I offer my hand,
to step down,
together,
he will lean away,
having planned the whole time,
to save me,
And fall on his own.
Here I remain,
never minding what is to be.
What I am terrified, will be.
Here I will remain,
Pleading,
Praying,
That the hands I trust,
despite split knuckles,
despite lingering blood,
will 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 to reach for me.
Image is not mine ~
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