The Sometimes Which Makes Me Bleed
My safe place is the person whose hug I miss
a little extra sometimes,
whose weight I carry gladly, as if it were mine.
It's not just empathy —
it's the understanding: we love, but it hurts sometimes.
I bleed when you're hurt,
when you aren’t near;
the presence I miss feels so real.
The melody of the voice I want to hear,
not just accept that you aren’t here.
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