Wait

I appreciate

Every time

You’ve ever

Bit your tongue

When things were rough

For me

I know it was hard

But I have scars

And you care

About that

Enough to let

Me speak

You allow me to

Breathe on my own

And work out

The things that

Send me downwards,

In space

I do not thank you

Often enough

So take this

As my thanks

For all the times

You have.

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About Greg Moss

25 year old English and Media Graduate based in Manchester, UK. Contact me at: literatureandlethargy@gmail.com
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