to kid cudi

kid cudi,
was me who you were speaking to?
as the late night turned to early morning,
as i lied awake in bed
unable to turn the demons off
inside my head,
as i contemplated
things i don’t even want to write down
for your eyes to see,
was it me?
i swear those songs must have been written for me
because i could almost hear you
singing out my name through the melody.
the demons may not have left my head,
but at least your words comforted me
until they finally fell asleep.
so, thank you.
thank you for speaking to me through the night.
thank you for helping me fight.
thank you for erasing contemplations.
thank you for easing the pain.
and thank you for writing all those songs for me.
i hope you don’t mind
that i wrote this little poem for you.