It feels good to be told everything.
It’s like hugging a grenade.
They explode in my arms and I catch them as they fall apart
And I save others from their wearied heart.
They chose me, because I’m strong enough to take it, and careful enough to grab their fragments, and gentle enough to put them back together.
Me.
Me.
Their savior.
They need me.
They would have hurt someone else
Or still be a tattered mess being blown in the wind.
But I did it.
I can see their seams where i sewed them back to human
And they might burst again soon but I’ll be there
in the sun or moon
My arms and words threading their frayed emotions into
something that functions.
No one else could do that.
But I can.
I do.
It feels good to do good.
And they’ll come to me, because they know that I love them.
And if they don’t they’ll hurt themselves or someone else.
I’m the reason they’r alive.
I’m the one with the kind eyes.
I make their earl grey tea.
I’m the one who has what they need.
They love me.
Which is great, because
I love them too,
I just wish i was needed by more than a few.
Look Down, Be Here 