Hm. Okay Then Poem by Desiree Whitamore

so he told her he could write this.
he told her the fog would clear
and every single damn lie he told her
he'd made up to draw her near.

but what he could never foresee
was that same unwinding pain
and the knots that stood in his stomach
always stayed the same.

and he said he'd make it better
as she curled up around herself
he touched her hand but she pulled away
he thought she needed help.

but what he couldnt believe
was how much help she didnt want
he thought he knew the real her
she was everything he thought.