plastic scissors

it was that unshared pain
that made me want to cover you in bandaid kisses
and patches, quilting up your heart
and the holes in your eyes
more than wisdom in your aged brain
and less experience in your sad memories
I wanted my smile to take you
and I wanted you to want me
instead of the demons that held you close
I wanted to replace the chips in your sholder
with my head and my hands
and I wanted to cover you with my own peace

I was stretching, trying to reach the top
and being your anchor
I only had one direction to  fall