To you, from me, for them

I know you went mostly untouched by your mother. I know she didn't praise you enough. I know you went to bed feeling lonely, ignored, neglected... I know, baby.
I wish I could reach you out there. Make you feel seen and appreciated. Because you are. I love you even though you hate being cared for. I will take the bullet for you, even though your politics believe in carrying weapons. I will lay the ground as you walk on it, I will even be it.
I wish my words were translatable to you. I wish I could wish this all away. You and I, we belong, but we don't fit. We are meant to be, but we won't get the chance.
We are empty promises, stormy weather without the rain...
We are orange and yellow.

So close.