It’s not that you’ve given me
objects I could count
but it’s because
you’ve paid attention;
It’s not that you’ve taken me
to places I wanna go
but it’s because
you’ve paid attention;
It’s not that you’ve shown me
the things that I wanna see
but it’s because
you’ve paid attention;
It’s not that you can do
everything for me
or anything else;
You have my heart
because you’re paying attention.
First published at HISTRIONICDEITYPOETRY.BLOGSPOT.COM
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