It's a total ache
for being so near
to someone
you wanted to
hug,
but not
being able to.

Like giving
comfort to an
injured butterfly
while healing
your own wings.

Or being the light
in someone's darkest path
while melting deep inside.

Either way,
you still choose
to give.
Even without receiving.
To love.
Even without
being loved back.

What else can you do?
You can't be greedy enough
to ask for more than
what you can give...

you can only
be grateful enough
for things
you can only get.