i wish that i could fix you.

i wish that i could take every single awful memory
that's clouding up that beautiful mind of yours
and throw it down the garbage chute where my own trash
plummets through the narrowness of bricks
and down into the huge trash bin waiting to catch it and
take it away into the world far from me

i wish that i could grab the super glue out of your hand
and i could carefully remove that mask on your face
without any pain and without skin tearing off
with it because of how long it has been on there

and i wish that i could heal every part of you that you feel
has been hurt, from the parts where lactic acid has pumped through
after a tough workout to that familiar place on the right side of your
chest that has tightened after every memory of your
past has been brought up

and now i wish that my words meant something more than the empty
"i'm sorry"s that i'm throwing to your net to catch from a
stupid little screen that cannot convey empathy any better than my carpet
can when i cry into it because i don't think that you really seem to
understand every time you're sad it kills me

but i just sound like a romanticist whose desire is lost in the space of verses
never meant to be read by the only eyes they are intended for

and maybe that's all i'll ever be