“hey sunshine,”
he once called me.
i know it wasn’t
like that anymore.
my insides shook
and the world took its
rightful place on my chest.
but he didn’t know,
so why did i expect
him to hold me at night?
this just made me stronger,
i guess.
but when my tears fall
and my hands shake,
i just wish to hear him say,
“hey sunshine”
again.
but he crumbles at night too,
and he searches for me in the rubble.
and i’m there
because i love him.
but when i shake,
his hands are in his pockets
and they would only come out
if he has gloves on.
but he says he loves me
and i believe him because
no one’s ever called me
sunshine before.
