The Healer

Subterfuge in touching you

Alleviate was my purpose.

Somewhere along those missguided shores

I left you gasping for breath

As my blood surged. 

Striking. Spectacular. Imposing. 

I leapt, dashed, strangled

Without ever meaning to.

All I yearned for

Was the chance to heal you.

Mistaken. Unsound. Imprecise. 

My faults leaked from my well-intentioned fingertips.

To handle your inescapable pain

Let it escape. Let it be mine. 

And as your hushed heartbeat thumped to the rhythm of my selfish ways

I let you slip away.

Unease. Sorrow. Compunction. 

I'll regrettably live to heal another day.