Too Broken

Your tragic eyes burn abrasions in my heart, clenching it up into a tiny black hole. I want to suck you in. I can feel your realm of pain when you speak to me about her. You love her with a stagnant passion, never letting go of the past, but letting it sit like an abandon home in the ghost town of your soul. What sort of lewd woman could use your tender love to go fishing in your pockets? It's like Hiroshima all over again, an explosion in your beating muscle, leaving you left for dust.

I wish I could take you in my arms and comfort you. I'd let you cry on my shoulder, and let your tears drench my hair, and wear your salt as a badge of your courage. I wish I could tell you it will all be okay and have you believe in my words, but you are too broken. 

I am honored that you have opened the door, to let me see a glimpse of your world. You are a special friend. I have to admit I have a certain love for you. Not a burning, passionate love, like that of a pair of unbroken lovers, but a chilling desire to calm you. My love comes from my heart, because I know pain. But no matter how much pain I have within, I would take yours away from you in an instant, and harbor it with mine.

You have so much potential, that your hurting can only hold you back. You deserve to have your dreams, rather than sleepless teary nights. I know you're strong, but the only strength vast enough to help a bleeding heart is someone to talk to. Talk to me, and I will sweep away your tears, for I too, harbor a love that can never be redeemed.