Odd Switch
Usually it's me calling someone up in the middle of the night. Begging to see them. Asking them to hold me and make it ok.
So when he called me. Needed to see me. Needed to feel me. It was strange. Of course I was there. Doing what I do.
I was scared. Worried he did something. Or that something bad happened. That maybe he was guilty or scared or both. Trust doesn't come easily to me.
And in the end I realized that it didn't matter. At the end of the night, he was in my bed. In my arms. Granted smelling of alcohol and relieving things I don't know about. Maybe I'll never know what happened before he called me. I asked, but he won't say...
Either way, he came to me. And I held him and I cried while he slept. I guarded him like some kind of sentinel and I don't even know what fucking demons I was looking at. But I was there. I hope it counts for something in his eyes.
So when he called me. Needed to see me. Needed to feel me. It was strange. Of course I was there. Doing what I do.
I was scared. Worried he did something. Or that something bad happened. That maybe he was guilty or scared or both. Trust doesn't come easily to me.
And in the end I realized that it didn't matter. At the end of the night, he was in my bed. In my arms. Granted smelling of alcohol and relieving things I don't know about. Maybe I'll never know what happened before he called me. I asked, but he won't say...
Either way, he came to me. And I held him and I cried while he slept. I guarded him like some kind of sentinel and I don't even know what fucking demons I was looking at. But I was there. I hope it counts for something in his eyes.