We had different problems,
You and I.
But we would talk all night
Just to get them out.
I know you had it rough.
I always told you
‘Don’t give up. There are better things out there like Reese’s peanut butter cups.
I would always tell you that,
And you would laugh.
That went on for years.
But your issues came up more than mine,
And that’s okay.
Because you would talk, and I would hear you.
And when you really needed to talk,
I would listen.
I was never the one who would rush you to finish.
So my problems were left unattended.
We would look up ways to help with your depression,
And I would mention why I’ve been acting differently.
And it was your professional opinion that the conclusion was
I had trust issues.
Sure it made sense, but then I noticed.
You never hear me when I talk.
And you always forget to listen when I really needed to speak out.
After crying to you for weeks, you finally said
‘Don’t give up, there are better things out there like….’
‘What’s your favorite candy?’
‘What?’
That’s when things all went downhill.
How was I supposed to tell you this isn’t good for my mental health?
I don’t want to burden you.
You have other things going on.
And like always, I am the patient one.
‘Oh, my favorite candy is Reese’s peanut butter cups.
‘Really? Mine too!’