i picture the figure in my brain
puzzled, but intrigued
why does he say this?
one single tear slips down my cheek but i wipe it away.
fast.
i feel obligated to fix him.
he is broken, sad.
why do i always feel responsible.
empathy i guess.
i seem to be the only one with it though.
a curse probably.
this isn't even close to my fault.
how do i always get dragged in?
it's not my problem... i whisper over and over again
but in the back of my head
i know
it will be me who fixes his broken parts.
piece him back together again.
make him okay...