have you ever looked at someone and wanted to tell them,
wanted to hold their face in between your palms and have them believe,
wanted them to know
that they can let go, they can fall, they can shatter and scatter all around—

and i'd pick up the pieces,
even if i cut my hands.
i'd glue them back and mark the scars with powdered gold,
i'd write poems on them,
shape the stitches like stars.

i'd caress your hair until you fall asleep,
i'd hold all the burdens you don’t wanna keep.
i'd sit beside you
and let you have my shoulder to weep.

and i don’t mean these as a flex,
it’s the bare minimum i know.
i don’t mean to brag—
rather i say these as a vow.

i want you to know
that i’d write you love letters
and send you long late-night texts to help you feel loved.
i’d support you in all that you want,
i’d hold your hand through all that haunts you.

i’d carry the lantern for you in the dark,
i’d peel oranges for you after a long day at work.
i’d fix your blanket at night,
put out my hand to shadow your eyes from the sunlight.

i’d make you handmade gifts,
i’d wait while watching the waves drift.
i’d do a lot for you,
i’d do it again and again, through and through.

but i still kinda doubt—
am i even enough
for you?