i'm a backbone (?)

what am i to do
when she calls wanting experience to leave the mess
-- she's made?
she's already tried alternate options-
what if she misses the shot, slips on the rope,
--- climbs half way up & can't get back down,
what if i'm not here to answer the pleas,
--- applications for something more?

has her spirit descended into where
---- < her thoughts are
drowning?

no one has what she needs.
--- words hold no water.
actions get tripped up by intentions.

and my anger gets us nowhere. just back
to the beginning, where she thinks no one cares.