you say:
you feel things too strongly,
and care too deeply,
and sometimes you don't want to think.
i think:
you break my heart with every word you give.
but i can't save you,
because i can't even save myself.
you talk:
of past suicides that never happened,
of chemical reactions,
of little things that hurt my soul.
i know:
you make me sadder than anyone i’ve ever met;
make me wish i could cradle your head to my chest,
whisper, everything will be all right,
just give it another night.
and i wish:
that i could be there--
the little girl wanting to heal the broken wing
of the bird that fell from her sky too soon,
innocent child in a warm june noon.
the superman cape is tied around her neck—
but she doesn’t know the world quite yet.