I’ll always respond.

I’ll always respond to you, even when it hurts me even thinking of you.
I’ll always fuel for thoughts, your ambisions, your confidence – even if you feed on me for it. If I lie this way, with my ear to the ground, I can hear you knocking on the other side, and I hear you calling me through and through – I’ll always respond. I’ll bleed to answer, I’ll endure many things to answer your requests – you have somehow taken hold of my innerness and I cannot escape you.

I’ll always repond – except when I’m no more, even then I think I’ll still hear your calls from the depths of the uknown, lingering in lucid mists, wanting me, my attention.

I’ll always respond. You have somehow reached into my soul, and this I’ll give you each time you ask.

You are the key to my very sore places, my dark quietness – but you have left the door wide open, and only time will heal the hole like a wound that needs exposure to heal – I only hope no ones finds the gaping wound you left open.

I’ll always repond.

to you