What I would do.

I sit here listening
(aching to hold you)
as you tell me
about this pain in you.
You think I'm wrong
to love you
when you're so full

of bad and ugly and blue

nightmares

of what happened to you.

But, can't you see
these nightmares aren't you?
(though they hold you
and I cannot
and jealous I am
of what keeps us apart)
and so I think........
of what I would do
if you would only let me
sit here beside you
once more.
I would look
into those eyes of green
and feel the pain
of all they have seen
I would memorize each line
you hold within,
gripping your nightmare
until it ends.
I'll hold you
without end,
I'll sit with you
til the next one begins.
I'll go nowhere
far from you
(can't you see
you need me?)
I'm never leaving
no matter what you do,
pushing
running
hiding
will never do,
cause I'm your friend
and I can never
walk away from you.
My beautiful, broken friend
you move me
and bring me
closer to me.
You filled me with joy
strength anew,
letting me inside of you,
and I think of us
as we spoke of the past
memories that come too hard and too fast
too much sorrow
for two so true
and so you turned
thinking it wouldnt do....
but weren't you confused?
I am the good guy
I'm not your past
and I'm the one
you wanted to last.
I'm not your memory,
I'm not your pain,
and I'm not the one
that holds you,
as you lay
lost in passages
of yesterday.
Remember me?
I am the one whose
mind and soul
you took with you
when you turned to go.