your dry eyes,
scars my beating heart.
your scarred wrists,
scars the innermost of my soul.
your broken self,
haunts my memory.
i wanted to save you,
to heal you,
to fix you.
however, you were
the epitome of fallen grace.
i'm sorry,
i wanted to be.
a hero that saves,
a hero that heals,
your hero.
i ask of you, once again
your nights may you lend,
to me,
to mend,
your broken self.
...even if I know we can never be.
