I will always reach out my hand to save you from the fall at wits end.
But at the same time never again. 
If it means losing the better parts of me in the process.
Cause I was left to do all the work to heal my eviscerated heart alone.
I actually felt the pain of it being ripped from my chest.
Now my spirit is restless. 
Now I’m on my grand quest just to get my self belief back .
Maybe the change of seasons will bring about a change in my soul. 
Maybe the worst is over. 
Maybe this time i can hold on to my hopeful. 
But I still leak hopelessness sometimes.
I’m overly open.  
I give until I’m broken.
Nobody to hold me up.
There’s too many holes in the cup I pour from.
I’m recharging from the warm spring Sun. 
The price of my attention has gone up.