My heart may just burst from the weight of helplessness.

I wish I could rid you of this affliction that slowly seeps its way through your mind, tainting every thought. 

You need me, but I cannot give you my mind, body and soul all at once, not just yet anyway. 

A distance between us stings like the tears in my eyes, as I think of your unwavering desparation for someone to just be there for you. 

I am your shoulder to cry on, darling, although I may only be there in spirit. 

My sweet angel cannot help but fear the future and all I seem to do is make him feel worse. 

In the cold winter of hopelessness, I want to be the everlasting bonfire of hope, or the whiskey instilling a burning desire to be alive and brave the storm into your very soul. 

Hold me as high as you need me to be, I promise I won't leave you stranded waist-deep in the sorrow. 

Loneliness is a disease that I will cure you of, whether that be through my placebo commitment or through removing that unsightly tumor of doubt that causes you agony in the night. 

Breaking your wings to try and save me never did work, now did it? 

The earthquakes of your self-doubt rumble through the night, but we'll make it out alive together and break out through this rubble together. 

Causing you pain in the actual sense is nowhere on my wishlist, but I fear that my heavy-handed emotions will shatter your fragile state of being. 

Should I leave you before I damage you? Perhaps it would be good to kiss you goodnight one more time before draining you of your life force. 

Despite my frigid exterior, I am full of the warmth of love. I want to be your anchor but I am full of helium. 

Nothing can change my being, while I scream your praise to the heavens above in the hopes that you will be found by an archangel of redemption who will undo all of the ill placed upon your undeserving head.

I would slash my own throat if it meant you could be happy, and I would tear my blackened heart from my chest and put it onto a crystal platter if it meant you could keep your sanity. 

Love aches, and it burns and tears and cuts deep, but it also provides the sutures and the ice and the blood to keep us afloat. After the worst of it, it gets better and as long as you let me clean your wounds from my ignorance, I will remain by your side.

Darling, I know nothing is easy, but you're never alone. No matter the beast in your mind, you have a battalion of figures to vanquish it from existance. 

When the vultures lurk heavy in the sky, count their feathers and watch the film of your life dart past your weary eyes. Drift off and awaken in my bed, in my arms as the gentle candlelight washes over our tired bodies. 

Hear the dance of the rain on the skylight and be lulled back to sleep by the gentle hum of endearment as I run my hands through your hair. 

Prescribing you sleep is the only way that I can feel like I'm doing something to help you. 

Step out of your mind for a while and just bask, bask in the moonlight and sway with me to the soft, gentle music that only you and I can hear.