I'm a jittery mess that you don't want a taste of, so please smile at me while I
turn inside out. If these words have to be sent on your last dying breath, please
just at least tell me it's okay for me to feel this way about you. If you could just
take care of me for two days, for today, until my wings heal and I can leave here
unharmed, unarmed, and smile in new ways that I learned from you...

Please keep me safe beneath this molten blue sky, because I'm all alone and I don't
trust myself at all not to wake up wanting to die. I need someone to check and make
sure I'm still breathing.