Hey you—

 Oh you— 
the one I’ve been watching since the first day. 
You who sits in silence 
and prays with a pen. 
I see you. 
I hear you. 
And I watch over you, 
like you’ve always wanted.

Hey you— 
I know you can’t hear me yet. 
Even if you do, 
it gets lost in the static. 
You, who I see every day— 
breaking, losing, loathing every second. 
I see you. 
I see how you get up 
and give your best every time. 
You don’t see what I see— 
the little wins 
in which I have such pride.

My dear you— 
who runs away and hides 
behind the very things you like to despise. 
You who thinks life is a lie 
but still tries to make meaning 
of all these trials. 
I see you. 
I see you. 
I see you every moment. 
And I promise— 
to your life, 
I’ll remain a witness 
till the very end.

You— 
the one I forgive 
a thousand times a day. 
I know you can’t excuse 
or love yourself. 
And that’s okay.

You and I are not going anywhere. 
I wait, and I’ll wait— 
’cause that’s what I do. 
And it’s not of any consequence, 
so you don’t have to brood.

I wait, and I’ll wait 
till you come to me 
at the end of the day— 
like a patient parent 
watching their beloved infant 
make mistakes 
and grow stronger again.

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