Yearning.

I’m sorry I can’t help you up.

In fact, I only seem to knock you down.

I’ve only ever forced my way through in whatever manner I could.

I wanted to save you. . .

You’d think by now I would understand.

It’s not my job; never was, never will be.

Why can’t I learn?!

Forgive me for reopening the wounds. . .

I only wanted you to find that rare smile,

so you could share it with the world.