To the people out there who find trouble in their social lives.
I don’t know if this will reach you.
If I’m too far away to hear,
or if I’m too close to ignore.
But buried in my heart
is the longing to heal you.
To fix the open wounds
that you effortlessly keep raw
as if you want to feel the sting.
Deep in my heart, I want you to know
that a loveable person, a worthy friend,
does not rest in the broken social classes,
that their approval is not a food
to feed your soul and self worth.
That the friends you make
on your own time
are the ones that care about who you are
and what you are.
I want, deep in my heart, for you to realize
that your voice is waiting to be heard.
That we all want to hear your truths,
your refusals, no matter how hard they may hurt.
Buried in my heart
lies the longing
for you to feel loved
To feel right, and happy, and sure,
about the life you are leading.
I want you
to feel un-bruised
in my arms.
To feel safe,
and cared for
in my protection.
You, my precious friend,
deserve to be loved
with a full heart
and you should settle
for no less