.

i am not very good
at a lot of things;

i cannot paint
you pictures
because the beautiful
things in my head
cannot be translated

nor can i sing to you,
as my voice has an
uncanny habit of
falling flat

nor can i play for you
as my fingers fumble
when my thoughts
cross over to how
you look, watching me

but i can brush the
knots out of your hair
and work the knots
out of your back
when your day
has become too
much to bear

i am not good at much,
but i will be good to you
                        -idk the author.