i never could save you.
it wasn’t that i wasn’t
trying hard enough.
it was just that you
wanted to make things tough.
on yourself.
on every girl who you’d have.
you, with your darkness.
the labyrinth that is your mind.
it seemed to be so sweet at first.
and the farther i’d walked, i’d come to find
that the monster attacking us was
in yourself, immersed.
who can fix all the broken?
who can help the helpless?
who can speak the unspeakable?
who can save the hopeless?
not me.
you, with your blue eyes.
cornflower blue like
homemade quilts that keep me warm.
like you used to.
who can fix all the broken?
who can help the helpless?
who can speak the unspeakable?
who can save the hopeless?
not me.
you, delving farther
into your well of lovers.
continually procuring younger and younger
bubblegum sluts.
pardon me,
nymphets.
who can fix all the broken?
who can help the helpless?
who can speak the unspeakable?
who can save the hopeless?
not me.
i’m happy now.
he doesn’t need saving.
and if he did?
he would let me save him.
you’re still not fine.
you say it hurts that we stopped being close.
which is heavy coming from
the man who stopped calling me “mine.”
you’ll try to come back with your white flag waving.
but i was never strong enough,
and you’re still in need of saving.
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