our hands are both cold and pale, and i wish to join them anyways

and give you the warmth you've never felt

i want to make you feel safe and loved and wanted

as if i were the mother you never had

to heal the heart you thought had withered away

and love it until not even fear can touch it

i wish to help mend the wounds time never healed

like kintsugi art

i see your worth, your merit

beneath the cracks in your weary bones

and i don't mind if you get blood on my shirt

i would have cleaned you off with it regardless