i am the lighthouse in the dark

i wonder if anyone knows

i hear the swish of the trees in the wind

i see them waving from afar

i wish i got understood more, for

i am your lighthouse in the dark.

i pretend to be the perfect me

i feel increasingly overwhelmed

i touch the petal, floated into my hand, 

i worry if everything will be fine

i cry when the emotions come, because

i am merely the lighthouse in the dark

i understand i'm important too

i say, "don't worry about it" 

i dream of chaotic moments

i try not to overwork myself

i hope this all works out, so i no longer have to say

i am only your lighthouse in the dark.

— a/n: double update today! how do you feel about this? (these two chapters are once again dedicated to my best readers <33)