I wanted to frame you with some kind of invisible metals,
something that would brace your whole body when
you walked. So that you could tilt your
chin a little bit higher. I wanted to
ask you, “aren’t your eyes
tired looking at the
ground?” But
would stop
myself
and
I’d rather
give a smile
that you would
answer with a lopsided
ark of your lips. The desire
to embrace you would grow stronger
by then, but I would fight myself. I didn’t
want to be caught by my own action. I loved you.
I knew you weren’t a machine but why did it feel like I needed to fix you?
"Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones, and I will try to fix you" - Coldplay, Fix You
