Is it wrong to

want her tears to fall?

Is it wrong to wish

her hands would keep

shaking, because

even if the emotions

building inside of her

are heavy like the blood

pouring out of her mouth

whenever she speaks,

at least she is showing

some sort of feeling

besides the constant numbness

that eats her from the inside out.

The maggots that chew on her

still, stone heart

have been there since

the first time she couldn’t

bear to look at her wrists

like she used to.

She wants to love.

She wants to love more

than anything on this

planet,

But the pain and responsibility

pushed onto her like frozen snow

being shoveled to make way

for the path of someone else’s needs

will never be love.

She is no guardian angel

but she’ll cut into her shoulder blades

deep enough to make room for wings

just if it will make others happy.

One day she will feel love

that doesn’t drain her of

her purpose.

I will call that day the

day she was resurrected

so she will laugh

and forget every thorn that has

pricked her.

She’ll finally be the flower

she was meant to be.

And I’ll be at her side

the entire time until we

Make it.