Last night I saw you again but you were half asleep. When you were half awake you told me you don’t want me to see you like this and I said I understand. I kissed your hair and left.
All those cookies you brought me, water and lilies. You don’t want life to get to me because it got you. You don’t want me to get hurt because it hurts you and it’s why you’re there.
I wish I could word this better, maybe someday.