You pick me up.
You lift my spirit.
You elevate my expectations.
You bring me joy.
You give me hope.
You fill my heart with song.
You encourage me
You hold my hand so tenderly.
You make me an exception.
You guide me in my weariness.

You do all of this….
When you dust me off,
Every two months or so.
When you remember,
That I exist.
When you feel,
Guilt on my omission.
When you need,
Someone to boost your ego.

I am not your empath
I cannot thrive
On your limited proclivity
Your temporary fawning
It bothers me
You make me feel so wrong
While I am expected to make you feel so right