oh

i wish my tears could cure. i would cry on your wounds.

i wish my kisses could heal. i would kiss your scars.

i wish my love could mend what hate and fear have done.

how can love be so big that it seems to stretch me to the point of bursting - as if it wants to rush out, overflowing - yet be too small to even soothe - let alone alleviate - pain?

i'm so small.