on the days that i’m well
i’m sorry that our future is stained with infinite moments of doubt like black spots cluttering a map or that the only guarantee i can give you is that we’ll eventually reach a point where i break long silences to admit in the softest voice that my thoughts are becoming loud again
take my hand when the world becomes too bright love me during the days that i’m scared of my own body and when i try to disappear i need you to promise that you’ll look for me before i get too used to the idea of being nothing
but my love
on the days that i’m well i promise to remind you why i was worth looking for



