When every other thing in your life has shattered and you are a shell of a person and all you do is call me at an ungodly hour to be alone, you don’t have to say hello. You don’t have to say anything. Let your sadness speak its lengths through the silence that permeates through our phones. I’ll stay on until you fall asleep, or I’ll come to your place and hold you until you find your breath again. I’ll wipe away the tears for you, but I won’t tell you not to cry. Sometimes crying is the only thing we can do.
When you’re tired, just look at me and give me one of those exhausted smiles we share; I’ll carry you home and undress you. I’ll fold your clothes to the side, tuck you into the covers, and read to you while caressing your hair. Don’t worry about snoring or moving about while you sleep; just get your rest.
When you’re furious and all the world has done is disappoint you, I’ll hang from a doorway and be your punching bag. Don’t be gentle with me. Yell until your voice splinters and you punch your knuckles raw and stomp until your knees give out from under you. I’ll lay you down and ice your hands and give you tea for your throat. I’ll hold you as the rage turns into anguish and frustration and all you can do is tremble.
And even when my actions are futile and all my words do is come crashing about your ears, I promise that I will at least try for you.
All your wounds heal both inside and out. I will always be here to soothe the burns. I will always listen to your rants and ramblings. I will always have a hand for you to hold. I will always love you; everything that I have and everything that I am, all that that I ever will be, is yours.
My rendition of this piece: http://lntroductions.tumblr.com/post/75665068982/and-if-you-call-me-at-4-am-too-sad-to-even-say