He claims to be broke

Believes I would not understand

But I too at a time

Was once just like this broken man

The pieces so shattered

Mind so separate

Feeling as if I was in two time warps

Both in which im dyslexic 

Unable to read the signs 

Others so easily understand

Never knowing what was real 

Just like this man

I tell him I understand

I will wait and be supportive

On the outside I cheer

But what's inside for me will stay unspoken

What if I scare him off

You can’t rush healing

What if i'm whats bad

What if i'm his addiction

I may just be the problem

I could be ripping him at the seem

But I can't bear the thought of hearing

“It's not you darling, it's me”

Like to opposite poles

We attract for fate to have us repel

But sweetie, I will sit for an eternity waiting for you

On this cold empty stairwell