Love- I forbid it this time
He’s too far away
How would I be enough from way over here?
I scarcely know him, anyway
He’s a wreck, yet so am I
A perfect match
Or so you’d think
But you can’t soothe fire with more fire
And I would be just that
I couldn’t do that to him.
I wouldn’t be enough to bandage his arms,
Or detoxify him from what he does to himself
I wouldn’t be enough to take care of his heart
For I am only fourteen.
I ache when I think about it though
He’s everything I always wanted
Everything I dream of
Then what am I, to him?
Just a friend- if that, even.
Would he feel the same as I do?
Just to grasp some sort of love would be enough for me
To feel any amount of admiration submerge into my bloodstream
Then perhaps what I search for is not to take care of someone
But to have someone take care of me
To brighten my future
To chase away the nightmares and the guilt
To reassure me of light
And to cover my scars
Who would want to take care of this mess?