I extend out my hand to be a shimmering light.
I apologize if my intentions were cloudy in your scarred eyes.
The word friend appears to be nonexistence.
My hands have wounds too.
I extend out my hand to be a guide.
There are no rules, just comfort and the bellow echo of understanding.
I want to be something that you never had.
My heart has cried forgotten tears.
Let’s build the foundation on something concrete, not quicksand.
Let’s establish a friendship, not dreamscape a relationship.
I extend out my hand.