I am... okay
Afraid is the first thing I was
and afraid I'd always be
When his tough tongue slithered its way
to my ears and
whispered... It's okay
but it did not stop there....
he made me feel smaller
than what I was
and made him feel
BIGGER and TOUGHER
Okay was the last thing I'd be.
Broken was the second thing I felt
when he took the blade that gave him life
and ended it all in one
simple
l o n g slash
because we were
meant for each other
even if I didn't love...
him...
when aging stops
and fourteen never comes
Okay was the last thing I'd ever be
Dying was the third thing I felt
with the Blade and the NyQuill and the Ibuprofen
because I heard once that 2+bottle+46+ reason=
DEAD
even if I'm rubbish at math
then something f
l
o
a
t
e
d
Down from the mixture
of #########
and abcdefg
that is called our cellular network
"You're a nice girl"
and
I
stopped....
Hope was the fourth thing I felt
with a hand on mine
a brain to help mine
a shoulder to lean on
a Tall to my short
a kind to my silly
someone who could
HELP
me be me
Never give in
and never give up
and that day
in my golden ballgown
which trailed on the floor
and his tux in black and silver
I stopped saying it was
MY FAULT
and instead said
I am okay
I am not guilty
I am enough
I AM OKAY.