L'Amie Solitaire

I promise when the blades
etched in your skin  
from that worrypot mind of yours
coming spilling out .
I will catch the pieces and
fix them up
though I might get hurt
from the broken fragments
when they latch themselves
to my soul,
and I can only smile
hushing your fears away.
Know my mind is always buzzing
 and in a constant state of painc
because good things have never stayed.
And moments like these
 can become memories
that I play for myself
 on broken hearted days.