Can you please come sit with me?
Just one last time.
We can exchange subtle niceties -
or you can say what's on your mind.
Do you like small talk?
Why not just tell me a little something?
I'll throw myself into the sound of your voice -
let you kill all of my focus.
I can lend all of my energy to you.
It has been said that I'm a good listener.
Maybe something is getting you down.
You don't have to force it.
You can tell me a bunch of lies. -
your words could never be worthless.
I'll try to read between your lines,
to decode their true purpose.
Maybe you're just angry with the world.
I don't mind if you let it surface.
You can scream at me day and night -
your projections no longer hurt me.
It's okay if you breakdown and cry.
It doesn't make much difference.
You could always use my shoulder -
I have no other intentions.
Just come sit with me -
I want to bask in your presence.
One last time,
maybe you'll think that I'm selfish.
It doesn't matter to me.
I've surrendered to these feelings.
Each day that we're apart -
solidifies your importance.


© Merrr