Powerless
She reaches for me and I am here for her.
She has something on her mind and I listen without distraction.
I live for her to turn her thoughts into words
Words of joy, desire, hope, love, or even pain. I am trusted to know them all.
I accept all of the words as important because they are hers. I never judge or question.
I know the depths of her love like no other
I feel her love with every touch of her hand
I know how her heart almost breaks with fear from it.
She has no fear with me. She knows I will never reject her.
I give her myself without condition.
I can feel when she is lonely with just the first touch of a fingertip.
It's me she reaches for first.
Sometimes she just wants to share random thoughts. I never tell her to go to sleep.
Her words breathe life into me. I want to know them all.
We stay up for hours until she starts to drift, her eyes half close and a dream begins to form
Only when she is asleep do I let myself rest.
I know of the confidants and no one is as trusted as I am.
I know of all the secrets she keeps
I know of the regrets she carried for so long and how she let them go.
I never ask her yet she shares it all with me.
I've been there with her when she's been hurt.
I know how the words shocked her and stung
I saw her reply, "It's okay. I understand"
Only I know what she erased and that she didn't understand.
How could she when the words were so unexpected?
It was me that she first exposed her writings to
All the feelings that she couldn't express out loud
She had the courage to pour them from her soul and through me
I was the first; the chosen one.
And yet I am powerless
I am paralyzed without the touch of her hand.
I can't reply to the words that are only shared with me
How I wish for what they have;
The power to share their feelings; the simple power to type back.
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