What makes a human?

These bones feel too weak
For the weight I need to carry
This skin too tight
For how much I need to grow
These words too shallow
For what I need to express

I would tear down mountains
If these hands were stronger
But they have the power to write
So I do
This is where my love lies
In this ink

Words mean nothing
Unless they are solidified
Permanent
Inked and imbedded

I can never forget
What I divulge
So let this be a testament
To the trust you've been
Given

Take care of my heart
Unlike the rest of me
She doesn't
Bleed when cut
Scream when scared
Run when chased

She only ticks
Waiting for
Me to quit
But I can't
And I won't