So, as it turns out, Rasla is not the only Blue House denizen to write poetry. This was accidentally left in the kitchen, and while I know whose it is, I also know what prompted its creation.
When I’m stressed, I write deep angst. Last week was finals week and everybody’s been suffering. This belongs to a project it’s probably best not to publish.
You were not there when I most needed you.
Be here now.
Through endless days I wept, longed for your touch.
Touch me now.
Dark nights I hungered for your warm embrace.
Hold me now.
I dreamed of tender words you might have said.
Say them now.
I would be safe, had you protected me.
Guard me now.
I thought you did not love me anymore.
Love me now.
Some wounds go too deep to be quickly healed.
Grieve with me.
Lost in the past, I search for my way home.
Bear with me.
In spite of all, somewhere are peace and joy.
Hope with me.
Please, never leave me so alone again.
Stay with me.