Handcuffs

I'm sorry that I never had to suffer a youth like you
I watched you grow wiser with each passing day
at a rate that I couldn't even fathom at that age
I guess things are different than when I was your age
but it just goes to show how fast the world can change
I sheltered myself from the beauty of roses to avoid pain in my life
but you embraced the bouquet and now,
scars of Ill love and stain glassed picture frames burnt around each memory insinuate that you ain't the person you look like.
You have some tricks up those sleeves on how to translate cold steel to feeling
making blood brothers with a bitten lip and stretch marks on those hips from being forced to grow up so quickly
Your hips, used to sway to the music until you lost track of the time
 it was 4 in the morning when you called to tell me that the dotted line running parallel to the life lines In the palms of your hands was begging for you to cut jagged attempts at sobriety so that everyone's ideals would just be silenced for a while and you wouldn't have to lie to me and bring red hands over my eyes and whisper. Everything is alright.
But I know better when you hold down the cuffs of your shirt when you hug me to separate me from the pain u feel because you don't want it to cut me too.
But if it helped you, I'd let them nail me to a cross without any Novocaine to replace the warm blood I lost And make me numb, from the cold intentions in my heart which breaks like icicles as you cut us apart, I'll be fine.
Knowing that my knowledge of growing a smile on that face stops the flowing of your heart while it's going insane will save you one day
and one day
when I'm brave enough
I'll drop to my knees and propose to you with the sun set in the sky like a beautiful diamond and beg that you stop bleeding me with those razor blade smiles as you use wrists to paint me the bigger picture of what life is
and it's abstract
 like a dreamland where we can stand,
 toes in the sand and witness the simple pleasures around us like mother nature's waves which seem to lick her shore lines in search if self satisfaction because what she gets from human beings is only a fraction what she needs.
But fractions form the stained glass frames which are burned into my mind to make light of situations like these.
give me the chance to fall to my knees and breathe a sigh of relief because these come few and far in between
so one into you and one into me
hopefully it's enough to give wind to your tattered sails and bring u off to a horizon which folds on itself to make infinite origami cranes out of the smooth Sheet of water.
Because I want you to be granted all the wishes you can utter in that one breathe
because when it leaves your lips... I promise...
That it'll the most beautiful thing to stop the swaying of those hips.