I am not what you need
But I so badly wish I could be
Oh, how I wish

I could make you smile with no falter
Laugh without a hint of a catch
Maybe even one day meet you at the alter?
But I am not your perfect match

If I could, I would
Make the rain fall from every cloud just so you could get a good nights sleep
Spread my jacket over the puddle so you wouldn't have to make that wet leap
Read you books under the stars in a polyester heaven of your own
But for now I am in a  prison that keeps us so tangent, known as a 'phone'

But I, who am I?
For I am not myself
Every breath that falls from these lips are of a strangers mouth
Every thought surging from a strangers brain
The words I need to say, lost in a sea of the brain that doesn't belong to me, I cannot speak
My heart creaks
It splinters
It stops

And then it breaks

Is your heart full of ache?
If so, it is my fault
I am not the one to fix you
I cannot find ways to fix myself
How am I supposed to fix somebody else?
So instead I just bend, bruise, and break
Every little thing that I touch
Every inch of you

I am sorry,
for I cannot help myself

Darling,
this is what movies are made of
what books are written about end after end
I am sitting here adding to the list of poems written about it
The thing that comes in a bittersweet package wrapped and sealed with a bow
You know,

Love