I am not very good
at a lot of things
I cannot paint you pictures
because the beautiful things in my head
cannot be translated
nor can I sing to you
as my voice has an uncanny habit of
falling flat
nor can I play for you
as my fingers fumble
when my thoughts cross over to how
you look, watching me
but I can brush the knots out of your hair
and work the knots out of your back
when your day has become too
much to bear
I am not good at much
but I will be good to you
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