you see a crack and you pet it down
gentle it into a crease and then
a simple line
he takes the crack and rips me apart
looks at all my broken parts
and kisses them one by one
and in the end he
makes me anew, a little strange
bathed in his unnatural, warm light
i can't
i'm not a healer
not my mouth and not my arms
i wish i was sometimes
wish i could put you back together
surer, sweeter than ever
but i can't
i can love and i can write
and send you tea
or bring myself like some kind
of a poor consolation prize
'here, you might be sad but
hold me close and i will cry'