I coddle them, you know.
I raise them up to the standards
society said they couldn’t muster.
I whisper gentle lullabyes to them,
comb my fingers through their hair.
They say you’re supposed to
let them heal their broken wings
take a step back, and set them
Don’t get too involved.
But I love them too much,
the broken ones of this world.
So much so, that my heart nearly
at the thought of them loving me