I wanted to fix you
I wanted to shape you
to mold you
into this perfect thing
I was pushing
and pulling
and twisting
all of your pieces
to make them fit better
with mine
But I had no right
I kept pushing you
hoping that eventually
you would learn
to use your own wings
But you had become
dependant on mine
The weight of our two bodies
was too much for one of us to bare
I had no right
to expect anything of you
Except to change
at your own pace.