-shattered pieces-

-i am-

i am not your fire exit.
i am not someone
you'll only notice
when everything is burning into nothingness.

i am not your lifeboat.
do not run to me when the
"main" ship is rocked by
the strong tides.

i am your friend.
((although my eyes betray me for they tell the story of a martyr love that cannot be fathomed by the darkness of a lonely night sky))

i will be your spine and i will not allow you to crumble.
i will be your pillow and i will hold your tears and help you sleep through the nightmares you so vividly describe to me.

but my heart is a siren, and it tells me you are danger.

so i will be your first aid kit.

i will only mend the wounds
that need the
most attention.

but i cannot completely fix you. i cannot grow too close because everything i touch gets shattered by my careless, shaking hands and my trembling heartbeat.

i am your second option, an "in case of emergency", your Plan B.

i am your safety net,
and i know
you're praying-- hoping
you don't fall.