My eyes feel heavy
Whenever you kiss my eyelids
And say "goodnight"
It helps me rest but on my worst days,
I jump from the highest places only to see
That you always find a way to say
"It's going to be okay."
Like a parachute
Assuring the safety of its user
I see your eyelids fighting eachother for 1st place
The first one to cry looses.
The last one to cry win.
So I feel useless
I tell you this.
I can only watch these things happen
Only see your struggles dry
On walls as if in a museum for everyone to see
But for only some to understand.
You smile your purple-hearted tears caressing your cheeks,
Leaving behind beautiful imprints
Assuring the finish line sign
"We will get through it."