She greets me with words of complaint. Hours spent retelling a version of conflict. To get off her chest. Believing I can bare or hold that something she offloads, her hearts discontent. A confidante that can halve these problems. To whom she can share these troubles. Someone who could at least listen
If not save her.

I can't

I can't hold this burden of the truth you tell me. I can't be in the know and live for now. All my worries are yours. All these problems that cloud my mind are yours too. I'm not strong enough. I'm not good enough. I don't know what to do. I'm not the person you're looking for. Your words eat away at my being like a poison frothing in my mind. Nothing seems the same. I want to tell you to stop. That I will only be another disappointment. I can't live up to these expectations. She spills her secrets blinded by her pain. Blind enough not to see that they hurt me. That I don't want her to shatter my distorted reality. I want to pretend. I don't want to know. I don't want to listen. I don't want to be told.

*I wish I was strong enough for the both of us