To the girl I met today,
I want you to know,
that I feel your torment.
In the way that you evade my eyes
in the way that your eyes gloss over
with the pink tinge of a girl that has cried
from the full of the moon
till it blessed us with its smile.
I know you are hurt.
I want you to know that you are not alone.
the crackle in your voice
caused by sobbing,
a throat, exhausted by the howling
I know that you are void of all happiness.
I have been there too.
your anger is too full right now,
your sadness is more
cavernous than the oceans combined,
but I am here
my small talk;
my attempts to distract you
from the agony you are feeling,
my venture to convince you that
I am right there beside you
I am trying to let you…