Halflight

I like that you allow me to be embarrassing around you, 

to act like a child who just wants to break through. 

You don’t question my feelings or say, “I’ll sue you” - 

you just admire and watch how I try to construe. 

In my life, you act as the glue pulling pieces in view - 

the ones torn apart by those careless and cruel.

You brighten the colors and bring back the hue, though I still wonder: how can it possibly be true?

I love how you gave me a new world view 

that haunts me at night and keeps me subdued. 

You honestly are like sunshine passing through,

allowing me to start something brand-new. 

You make me believe that I don’t need to bruise, 

despite how it hurts, just learning to lose. 

The paper-thin slices were once introduced,

but I’ll leave them behind on a path not to choose.

The heat I once called my silent excuse

has melted away in the light that is you.

I’m sorry I never quite knew how to get through.

But I like that you’re still down for that homemade brew - 

a quiet reminder that not all ends mean the best of us can’t still shine through.