Out of Convenience
As we walk home, you expressed your deepest joy and appreciation. For all those nights I listened to your suicidal thoughts, for all those days I made you feel better and special, for all those times I brought you comfort and warmth.
At that very moment, you allowed my fingers to fill the spaces on your hand. You allowed my heart to beat for you. You even allowed my lips to meet yours.
And as I start
to call it love,
you were calling
it convenience.
Because you know
that you can always
run onto my arms
whenever you
feel unwanted,
and lonely,
and burned out.