i want to fix your heart.

i want to take the hurt out of your eyes
and out of your voice

and somehow put it somewhere else
so you don't have to look at it anymore



i want to hold your sadness in the palms of my hands
and watch it melt through my fingertips
with the warmth of our breath,
smelling of sweet hot chocolate

the irony

is that i am the storm clouds

creating the icicles that pierced your heart


in the first place


i am the one person

who will never be able
to make this right.


but
i know

that if i could somehow
take my soul and add it to yours

i could take your pain away
and make all of this just stop


because,
i know you.

and i know it hurts.


i know.