Poem Thirteen ~ Thick

Blood.
A substance thicker than water.
Required for existence in most living things.

You.
A person with thicker skin than I.
And yet, you need me.

Me.
Thinner than you in every way.
And I need you just as much.

And I wish I had the weight of the tears
that I’ve shed for you,
to give you in love.

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