And The Worst Part Was

I could have loved you.
I could have loved you so hard,
The oceans pulling your limbs apart would calm
I could have held you tight as the sandstorms pushed and pulled around you
I could have taken those broken shoulders, tired from holding up the expectations from others, and changed them out for mine

I could have loved you so much,
Your mountainous walls would crumble to a small step
So much the festering fires inside would quench their thirst with my single breath
So much the sun could never melt the glue on your wings

I could have loved you,
But I was too scared of my own vast oceans.
My own dancing sandstorms,
My own breaking shoulders.
I was scared of the walls that housed me, holding me in this prison of a mattress.
The fires in my head, that would be set ablaze by a single breath,
And the sun, burning my memories into infinite fragments on my back.

And the worst part was,