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'

#poetry