Bomb Technician

I want to help.

I want to be close.

I want to hold you when you cry.

I want to laugh with you when you're happy.

   I want to be your friend.


I know we both have issues.

Who doesn't?

I just feel like I'm always trying to understand you,

like you're a safe with an always-changing combination.

To access your emotions,

hell,

our friendship,

I have to input a code

that changes

   daily.


There is no guide book I can find,

so I have to guess,

and if I guess the wrong combination more than three times

you

       blow

               up.



So...




I guess I can be a friend, by your definition, sometimes.

And I do want to be your friend.





But I'm not a bomb technician.