rescued

all my life

i was waiting

to be rescued,

to be loved, to be

pushed away,

and at the end, you would

pull me close and

tell me that i was enough.

looking for answers

in foreign places

told myself i needed the cure

for all the wrong things

that i am, be treated badly

because it was the only way,

it had to be.

have you ever got so tired?

did you plan an exit?

if this was all temporary

would you tell me

you’d love me anyway

you’d love me anyway.

t.l.