“I can’t date this person because he is depressed and I can’t do anything about it.” -anonymous

Did you feel never
when I kissed you?
Was your heart hushed when you kissed me back?
Distance grew when you found a hole in yourself.
And you told me to fill it.
But my heart is only a spark for you,
I know I can feel it in you, wrapping comfort like a cocoon when we spoon.
But you need a fire to be free.
And I’m not a cure for your shaky sunset.

Here, I’m outside the compound.
I can feel monsters on your edge: 
small as your days and large as your heart.
But, I can’t push a storm with a sword.
Here I am;
I’m on the side, watching trains go past .
Wishing they would stop to let me on.

This is when you come close.
This is when you kiss like a dying star-
A tumbling ball of ash down every galactic throat around.
Choking me with no emotion to grasp warmly. 
Because you left hot temperature behind, hoping someone like me could pick up the scraps.

But I’m here.
Here, when you want to feel me,
Here, when you’re ready to feel you.