Your Heart

You lay your heart bear to me, it bleeds.
Your pain draws me to you.
I don't know if I can help you.
I want to, yet I will never see you in this world.
I dream of you, I want to be near you.
I want to know what makes you feel.
I want to know what makes you be.
You show the world your heart, it pumps,
Your energy is astounding to me.
Your heart is not mine, yet I want it to be.
I don't know if you would accept me inside your world.
I wish for you to show me what you think of.
I will hold your presence inside my heart, a beacon to me.
I can't reach you now, but maybe someday I will hold you.
I have no wish to be a burden on you, only the wall that supports you.
Your heart is twisted, laid bare and wounded.
You know as I do, that pain will make you bleed.
You feel the losses as if they were your own limbs ripped from you.
You want to be loved and accepted for who you are inside.
I hope for the day that I learn what makes you write the things you do.
I long for the day that I can tell you that you inspire me to write the things I do.
I pray for the time when I will look into your beautiful face and smile for you.
I want to be the emotions inside of you, urging you on, telling you not to stop.
Your heart is laid bare every time you put it into words, you show your blood.
You fear the day that others stop listening, stop caring.
I can only say this: It will come, but know this, I won't stop.
I will be there, in the back of your head, willing you to keep going.

-Raven

***  The last few poems can be found in my Live Journal from days long past.  This was for the Moonchild, or rather it was inspired by him