My Unstable Poetry

helpless

I was helpless, and I still might be

I've always been like this

When I touch, everything turns to dust

It seems to spew from my mouth, my words wrapping you up for hours

Hours and hours of.....help

Helplessness me, you helping me

my fingertips burn your skin, digging into your brain

how could someone be so helpless? you ask

"I can't help it. It's just my key. And my key tends to unlock answers." I blush

you swoop down, putting a rubber band in my shaggy hair

"Now you aren't so helpless." you say

I blush even more

"Thank you, from my helplessness."