A guestA Poem by YahalloTo be a temporary helpyou ran to me, face showered with sweat, thunder replacing your breath, "d e s p a r a t e" spelt out in those two damn eyes of yours. you didn't have to say a word, i already knew everything. nothing and everything at once. you ran to me, because you simply needed help, a human touch, a temporary place to stay. i was your bed n breakfast, you were my rock n roll, though i'm not sure you had ever known. . . you wanted to be needed, and i wanted to get burnt disappear into ashes because of you. you ran to me, not knowing it'd make me both thrilled and angry at the same time. because i was pretty damn sure even the old lady next door was able to hear the sound of my accelerating heart when placed next to you. but somehow, you were deaf. . . or that's what i keep telling myself, anyway.
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