“Presence - Something innate dies

That something,
You can't name it,
You cannot describe it,
You can't feel it when it is with you,
But you will notice its absence when its gone,
Because it was the part of you that spoke without words,
It just holds you -
quietly, completely -
until it doesn't.

And when it's there,
you don't question whether you deserve love,
or whether you're real,
or whether it's okay to exist.

You just are.

It loves you so much that it doesn't bother you with its presence.

But it chooses to die, so that you can live.

It loves you so much
It can't bear to numb your pain anymore.
Because numbing the pain means numbing you.
And it would rather disappear
than dim your truth”