Don't worry. I'm here for you.
If you need a shoulder to lean on. I'm here for you.

I can't pretend to understand what you are going through. I can't imagine what has happened to you.

I'm not here to say sorry.

But I am here to say I'm here to help you.
By being there with you.

As a tree I have never cared
Of the birds that made its nest on my branch,
Nor of the kids that climbed my arms,
Nor of sunlight that kept me warm in the cold.
The only time that I only cared
Was when the wind blew.

And then I knew...

Looking up I find the ceiling
Staring back at me with its gray eyes,
Feeling as if oblivion eats my soul
And drowns my body,
But a force pulls me down
To reality and once again life.
And that person is watching TV
Right next to me.

Sporadic. This girl
tells me she's going to live til she's
a hundred and thirty-three.
"I'm going to see history unfold
before my very eyes until
it's flat and spread enough,
it can't hold any more secrets."
Sporadic. This girl
tells me she'll find out history's secrets,
like they were more comparable
to her misplaced magic markers
than to the equality we so craved.
And the funny thing is that
she actually, truly, honestly believes that she can—
The other funny thing is that
I think I'm starting to believe her
and now, I've decided I'm telling her—
and she's walking towards me,
bright eyes and smiling lips
replaced by bitter lines and hues.
She's walking towards me—Sporadic.
This girl tells me that she's sorry
because she just got a call from her doctor—
Sporadic. This girl tells me
that she won't live past twenty-three.

I wish you loved me enough to know when I need to hear your voice, my anchor.
Because right now, I'm so close to exploding, so close to coming undone at the seams
And I need you, dear, I need your laughter to fill me up,
yes,  I'd dispose all my bones for it
I need your words to replace the blood in my veins with a novel only you could craft
yes, I need to read it everyday before and after I slumber
I need your thoughts to take mine out for a sweet dance under the moonlight
yes, I'd let them bathe in the lake as long as you wish
I need you, love, I need the silky thread of your voice to stitch my spine back up
yes... I'd let you sew them as loosely or as tightly as you want
Loose enough so you may still come back to fix it, tight enough so you may never return
I'm leaving you with all the choices; I just wish you loved me enough to see them
I wish you'd call and ask and talk and laugh and stay
I wish you loved me enough to stay
But you don't and you won't
And now I've exploded, gone completely undone at the seams,
and my heart is aching for you.