Honestly, I wish for nothing more.
Nothing more than for your eyes to be opened by the light to see me.
Because I am here. But she is not.
I am here for the late nights when you're nervous,
For the relentlessly boring days.
To listen to your sob stories that you will soon become over with.
To listen to your hopes and dreams that you don't think will come true.
Here for when she breaks your heart again.
To sweep up the dreams, hopes, and hearts of your broken past.
I will hold them graciously until I willingly tape them back together.
I will rap them up with a bow that says I love you.
But that bow will get lost in the shipping and it wont get sent along with the tens of love letters I wrote my soul into but never ever had the guts to send.
I am here. I am here when she is not and that is how it is always going to be.
Until you see my as the guard, I will work in the shadows.
Assuming, you forgot about me.
That us until she stomps on your heart again.