I wanted to fix you.
I thought I could save you.
Maybe string together your splintered heart--
Or tend to your fractured mind--
But why?
Why was I so captivated by your damaged being?
We fixate on those who assimilate to our E S S E N C E
We invest our whole being into ones we V I B E with
Hoping to repair each other's broken bits
Maybe that's why I saw my R E F L E C T I O N, in YOU
I wanted my impression on you to:
Fix me.
Save me.
TOO
YOU ARE READING
thoughts at 4 am
Poetrythose random thoughts that keep you up at night as you toss and turn, putting up your fight
