Invincible

Please don't. Please, please don't. Don't get hurt, not when you're gone, not when you're away from me, not when I'm alone enough already. You've never come back injured, never, not once, not while I've been here. I know it's bound to happen, soon or later or now, is it happening now? What am I doing, what will I be doing when it happens? When I find out? Who will it be running into the room to shatter everything? What will I be holding, what will fall and break to mirror the action of my heart when I find out it's happened? Or will I be there too, like she was there for him, will I be called over, please, no, I'm scared, I'm not strong like her, will I be called over to rinse away blood with blood, with blood, with blood, forever and on and on until that's all I see and feel and taste and breathe and am and- will it be my fault? Like she thinks it's hers? Will I be the one who can't save you? Or will it happen far away from me and still be my fault, my fault because I wasn't there to save you? Far away… like you are now. Oh, please don't. Not this time. Or the next, or the next, or ever. I wish I could believe you were invincible. Invincible as you seem. But it would only hurt more when it happened, far away or in my arms, your blood is still your blood. Let it stay in your veins to keep the heart pumping so I can feel it when you come back to hold me. Safe. But now all I can do is worry. Worry you home to me. Please. Please don't get hurt because I could carry you home, but I couldn't heal you. Not you. Anybody but you.