Two fine strands of unicorn hair
Bind into a knot the world knows could never come apart
I have to hold your heart in order for you to pace your steps
You never look down
Hoping to glide past the past
Trembling in in your resolve, to never step on a shard, of broken glass
You fear physical pain over emotional
And that's where our similarities end
I could grow apple trees and orchards in your name
As long as they lasted for as long as I was taught
But you run in circles around my trodden garden
You don't even realize.
You won't stop running for fear of noting that I'm still standing there
Waiting for you to see it is your own garden, your own peace
That you are destroying in ad effort for me not to see you.
There are no options
I can show you peace
I can give you empathy
I can walk on broken glass from the hilt of a brazen fire
If I'm looking at you I feel nothing
With our hands outstretched
Can we save each other?