were there or never were
all the times I bumped my head
or lost my friends or
got yelled at, but
you helped every time.
For if not for your smile,
or the things I heard of you,
I'd be in the gutter,
perhaps literally, but
I'm glad I can't know.
It's hypothetical, whether
you would have stopped
me from recovering, and
it's useless to wonder...
pressure on a thing
imaginary literally
makes my stomach turn.
Can't feel for someone
you don't know
but have to
'cause everyone's got one
and I don't, and
I'm proving I
don't need her
to function.
