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Fracture

As he hug me so dearly,
and let my tears wet his sleeves,
I know I'm allowed to feel,
even if the world doesn't believe in my tears anymore

 Caressing my hair,
he whispered "I know, I know",
Still sobbing hard,
I know I was never alone,
And for the first time ever,
The thought of how I would hurt myself,
Vanished into the damn cold night,

 Some other time he hates my tantrums,
Yet he still feel my deepest sorrow.
"Everything will be fine"
His little kiss on my forehead lingers.



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