poetry.

I'm sorry that you have to be so good at hiding

how much pain you must be in

you poor, broken starling

with galaxies for eyes

and stardust for blood

you were suffering

and I didn't even see it

I'm sorry

you know I love you

as much as anyone could

and I will do anything

for those big brown eyes of yours

and I will love

that wonderful heart of yours

and hold your beautiful broken pieces

and squeeze them so tightly

they will remain together forever