I dreamt of tears Falling softer than the skin On the underside of her bended knee The knee she used to pray For salvation. For hope.
She looked to me for her answers To the riddles plaguing her mind Turning thoughts into open sores Incapable of healing
Pick on someone your own size she pleaded To the universe as it poked and Prodded her yet again Challenging her to break under its weight Under the grooves it wore into her shoulders
The help I yearned to give lost on my tongue Like so many other regrets I simply watched, waited Wandered her chaos like a nomad searching For a safe place to nest