Empathic

These feelings I am feeling are not my own.

And that may seem strange

She is sitting across from me telling me about her day

But I am simultaneously being battered and beaten by waves of anger and annoyance.

I have always picked up on emotions ever since I was little… I am even able to channel them back, to some degree, with out even moving

But now as my mother tells me about little Jimmy I feel every emotion roll off of her.

Her body movements pushing the blitz of emotions harder against me

Feeling like my emotions are trampled by hers…

Mine are pushed out replaced by hers and we swap roles…

I begin yelling about nothing important and raise my fists….

I calm watching her face twist and contort

Feeling helpless I lock myself in my room to sleep these broken affairs off.

The love of my life comes up behind me and whispers sweet nothings in my ear…

I feel rejuvenated by her calm….

The love that emulates from her core is uplifting to me…

I remember every time I’m around her I feel that content…

Like nothing in this world can hurt us...

When we make love I just amplify the emotions between us

That hazes the air around us

Sending them back more powerful so they consume every thought

But when she's sad the whole world looks like it will never be the same

I love to change her mood when I can because it helps my own…

Sometimes I feel like if I didn’t have her I would fall into chaos…

My emotions are based on hers and vice versa

So when I feel her emotional need I go to her and comfort her

But on the day of her death I knew it immediately…

I felt that part of my heart rip away and I fell to my knees…

I feel close to her briefly until she stopped living…

My heart is frozen…..

 Never will I feel anyone again…

But because I am gone there will be others seeking my wisdom…

Here I am feel me when you read this….