My Hand, My Heart, My Willingness to Lose it All

Strong words, little meaning
when said too much
My hand reaches out to you, you tragic
broken thing
My hand will always be yours, as will
my heart, my entirety
All for you
You don't deserve it, but neither do I.
What's a little good without a little bad, anyways?
Balance:
It's what we're lacking
What we desire, but what we can never seem to
Grasp:
Onto us; onto the future
We're too busy holding onto the past- our mistakes, our wrongs, our failures...
My mistakes, my wrongs, my failures.
Regardless, I am for
you. And I will be here for you whenever you need me,
and whenever you don't.