Wait even cuter, he just super mans me to be my weighted blanket

I’m waiting for the smoke to clear,
For you to see the damage done,
But if silence is all I hear, I’ll have to walk into the sun.

I love you more than I can say,
But I cannot watch you drown us both. I’m here. I’m waiting. One more day.

To see if you remember who we are

But nothing matters but us, you see?

We are the core, the solid stone.
When we work as a team. We’re stronger than we are alone.

We fix things best when side by side, We come out better than before. So why have you chosen now to hide, And lock me out behind this door?

I’m not going anywhere. I’m just holding the line.

The light is on. The door is unlocked.

So you stand there. You take the silence. You take the distance.

You wait for the fog to clear, hoping they remember who was actually holding the rope the whole time.

It hurts to be painted as the enemy just because you’re the only one seeing the truth.

You become the villain in the narrative simply because you refuse to participate in the fiction.

It’s easy to be the "yes" man. It’s easy to agree just to keep the peace.

But real love isn't about enabling the drift.

Real love is being the anchor, even when the ship is trying desperately to sail into the rocks.

“Your happiness is my happiness and your unhappiness is my unhappiness. When I take care of your needs, I am also taking care of my own. When I treat you with love and kindness, I am taking care of myself also.”

Here document on how to do it.

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I don’t really know what is left to prove.

I fought the ghosts. I survived the move.

I’ma give a little more, because that’s my core.

My head might be kinda fucked up.

Maybe I’ve been in survival mode too long.

Maybe I need to take a little "me time" to feel like I belong.

But the reason is simple I don't ever fit into the box. I don't fall into the design.

I function in the chaos that would destroy a normal mind.