I understand."
It's 'cause it's easier.
It feels natural,
sort of like it used to.
"Don't worry,
I'd do the same thing."
At least that's what
I tell myself
when I'm too tired
to remember the
reasons I've tried
to reason with before.
"Don't worry,
I'll be fine."
Fine like that
small piece of metal
stuck between two
wheels that are
so close I'll
slowly disappear.
"Don't worry,
I'll be here."
Somewhere between
the shallow laughter
and the trying hard.
Somewhere between
the dark and light of
falling in and out of
sleep like late-night
conversation.
"Don't worry,
just....yeah."
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