don’t you ask me how I’ve been
and how i feel
then proceed to sit and listen

you meet me crying in my room
face buried in hands
storm clouds above;
“i want to be alone,”
i mutter
and those words seem to fly past you
lingering at the door
watching me like a hawk
with eyes of disquiet.
no matter how much i push you away
you stick to me,
tenacious.

as i narrate
my hellish experiences;
I’m a bad news harbinger.
albeit having lumps in my throat,
and imprisoned tears
till I can’t say anything anymore
and i start to whimper
like a broken, scratched vinyl that skips
yet you never get tired of it every single time
you reach in for a hug
and suddenly
it’s like a cure for everything.

you know how much for me,
that happiness is like a butterfly;
temporary, wavering, faltering,
but
you bring those butterflies to me
make them tarry a while
and fish out my laughter
from under my tears.
you make me feel wanted
and honestly that’s all i want
you are my home;
my family.