You know the ones where it starts with the heat, sweat, the feeling like you’ll never know where it ends. Then I’m awake, wrapped and strapped down in my own sheets. My tongue has never failed me more then now. I’m at a loss of words to even try and make you think I understand, I can’t even convince myself that I could make you feel any better tonight. I’m sure at the the drop of your words my heart just fell apart, and all I want is for you to take it and make it your own. And if it would make you feel any better, I’d stop my pulse and hold my breath and count to three and hope it’d all go away. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to call it when the scenario goes--- you fall down and scrape your knee, and I’m the one left holding my leg screaming, just wishing you were alright. SO here’s my next atempt, my stomach cramps up, I know you’re crying, my stomach is so queasy, I know you aren’t doing so well. Damn, I’m no help when I try too hard to be the savior. Empty handed and I land up being the one to make it worse.