don’t know what to call this yet

I'm not Mr. Perfect..

but I'll wash your wounds in my water..

I'll let you take the last slice, twice,

cause my therapist told me to be nice.

I'll cradle your hand, not knowing if it helps,

but catch little nods and glints,

a lil smile to myself.

And I swear, if I knew,

If I could see things how you do,

I'd probably laugh on cue,

Or know what's actually true.

I know my facts,

I know too many,

powerful knowledge,

wish my eyes were steady.

I was born a lil different,

born a lil gay,

the only difference now,

is I'm only happy every other day.

But you brought me a smile,

so I'll gift you plenty,

and you tell me if I'm okay,

and you tell me if I'm empty.

I'll trust in your eyes,

they see the world a bit better,

and believe in your smile,

innocent little tether.

-Mikey