I’m worried about you.
You seem like you’re aching,
Like your heart hurts.
And even though I try,
I cannot pick all the pieces
every time you fall apart.
It’s like putting together
all the pieces of the Big Bang.

You don’t talk much lately, not really.
You talk about your experiences, not how you feel.
You try to ignore that aspect of your life,
As if expressing them is worse than keeping them in.

Talk to me about you, not about what happened.
Talk about how you feel, how you really feel.
Let it all out, keep nothing inside you.

You know I’m here, always and forever,
Whatever you need, don’t hesitate.
Because while other people abandon you,
I keep by your side, like a masochistic dog.

Yes, masochistic. Because it hurts when you’re hurt.
And even though I try to palliate the impending outcome,
It always gets to you, raw, rough,
Slaps you in the face, sinks you in the river,
Drowns you in this petty thing we call life.