would you still care. 

even if i was in too much pain to be noticeable
even if i became jaded and hidden behind my thoughts

would you still stay. 

even when i’m absent for days, weeks– months at a time
even when i’m only able to talk about dread and pain

would you still love me. 

even though all i can do is small talk and complain
even though i spend my days repeating the same things

would you still want me. 

even if i became different from who you or i expect me to be
even if i lost my softness or my gentle care, writhing in pain

…  after all of that.

…  would you still care

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