Dying Song (poetry)

Your Cure

Watching her self-destruct and fall apart is too much for me to handle.
To hold her as she cries herself to sleep every night breaks me apart and I'm beginning to fall down the rabbit hole she once fell down all those years ago.

I wish I could hold her the way her insecurities do but there is always something that is just not right.

I dry her tears and brush her hair, I want to make everything alright even if I make things worse.

I tell her she's okay and soon will come the sun no matter how dark the night is.

"If I could, I would destroy myself and be crushed down enough so I could be injected into your veins but I'm afraid I won't be strong enough to be your cure."

And for the first time ever she truly looked at me like she had never looked at me before ...

Then the last tear fell.

-JRR