monsters.

he wondered,
did it feel
better,
if someone knew
you were crying?

the smallest
monster
relatable;
we were watching
the crystal smoke.

i can wait
if you
can teach me
to trust
your heart.

the harried
are breathless;
but i expect
only you
and your monsters.

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