I never wanted you to be better.
I never believed in that version.
I adored your sad, hurt eyes,
because you the saw the world as I could not.
I bought my ticket with your pain.
I relished feeling those tears on your cheeks,
as I held you close to drink in your exquisite sadness.
You were a wheeling bird,
I loved to watch you swoop and soar.
Through you, I could see, and feel, and hear.
So I built a prison with your love,
I broke your wing to keep you close,
wrapped you in my shame,
and chained your selfless heart.