you would take me on the roof and watch the stars

you named each star to wither it was bullshit or not

I loved it.

but I never knew the scars you hid behind that smile.

you didn't speak much to anyone other than me.

I felt special to be part of your world

you were a tiny little rose in cracks of sidewalks

that no one paid attention too.

except for me who tried to care for you

keep you alive and happy.

I was your small comfort.