How can I?

How can I?

How can I help you,
When I'm drowning.
Wish it was easy as ironing a crease,
When you're frowning.

Oh friend!how can I make you smile
When I'm faking one.
This is the irony of my life,
It makes me so undone.

How can I talk to you?
When my breath catches in my throat.
Every time you threaten to leave,
I have the urge to hide your coat.

 Don't call me a traitor,
 Don't call me a glib.
 I meant each word,
 Uttered from my lips.

How can I kiss the pain away,
When I have salt on my own wounds.
The road is steep,
Full of narrow bends,
I have a hole in my grey shirt,
That no tailor can mend.

No sire, I won't give up!
On this immortal bond of friendship,
I'll steer it away from all obstacles,
And make it one of life's miracles.

                                                       - Khateeja Sadaf