Not so Young Love

Helpless

When you hurt. I hurt. 

I can't explain it other than that. 

Physically, emotionally, I feel it all. 

Blame it on the time we've spent together, or the emotional tether we have placed around our hearts and souls. 

Either way, I feel it all..

 and I feel so.. 

Helpless. 

If I can feel your pain so fiercely, why don't I know just how to fix it? 

Why can't I make you better? 

I want to hold you together, in hopes of keeping all your broken pieces in one place. 

To plant soft kisses on your temple, on your forehead, in hopes of growing a garden of light in the darkness of your mind. 

I want to catch your screams in my chest when you release them so that they won't invade your lungs, but instead catch on my chest walls. 

I want to take all the pieces of your heart that have shattered to the floor, and place them in my hands. 

I'll even put on gloves to make you feel better about me handling sharp objects. 

I'll sit here and go bit by bit, on my hands and knees, collecting every last piece. Every shard. No matter how small. 

You are my reason. 

When you hurt, I hurt.  

I can't explain it other than that.