would you take
my scarred hands
and hold them
even if
they clawed and
scratched and
bit?
would you collect my
teardrops in your
palms
and create galaxies out of
the azure drops?
would you look me in the eye
as tears tumbled aimlessly
down my
pink-hued cheeks?
my heart has been broken
and thrown carelessly from canopies.
my heart 
needs no savior
but instead a companion,
one to close my eyes to
the rest of the world with.