Lifeline

For years I’ve been telling you there’s a lifeline, love.
It’s laying right beside you, well within reach.

I don’t know why you turn away, why you clench your fist,
why you insist that you’re okay.

I don’t know when I should turn my whispers into screams,
when I should put my hand over yours and command motion.

Do I wait for the day you admit you’re broken,
or do I go now when the latest crack has deepened?