I Am Listening

I may not give you any advice at all, sometimes there just isn’t any, just try what sucks the least and hope for the best, but I’m listening. You can talk to me about anything you want; your fears and apprehensions, the things you’re afraid to acknowledge let aline say out loud. They probably won’t go away but maybe they’ll get smaller and a little easier to deal with, and that’s still something.

I’m here for you when you’re giving up, when you’re exhausted. I’m here for you when you’ve got no more left. When you’re overwhelmed by the bleak truth and vast helplessness of it all, the ache, the emptiness; I’ll hold your hair back when you sadness makes you sick, hold your chattering bones when you sob in my arms like a hysterical child. I’ll listen to your words or your silence, whichever you give me. I’m here for you when there’s nothing left to say. I’m here for you, put it on my shoulders. I’m here for you when your heart is squeezed dry, dehydrated and dark like shrivelled weeds. When you open your mouth to speak and no sound comes out because language can’t articulate the white noise in your heard, can’t warp descriptors around its frequency, I hear you. Pour your tears into me, wet my shirt sleeves and dry your eyes with my hair.

Genuine friendship is a rare thing and that’s why I want to tell you I’m here for you. And when I say I’m here for you, it’s because I need you too, your existence makes me higher; your presence helps tease out the mess of the world. Is that weird? Are people allowed to feel that way about other people anymore? There are people all over the place, we’re always stuck in this incredible anthill, but when we find the one person we can actually trust and let our guard down with we cleave to them like dust to sweat. And we’re not trained to feel this way. We’re supposed to be so evolved, so independent and self-serving, that sometimes we forget what it’s like, and that it’s okay, to need someone to love us, take care of us, take on our emotional weight. I’m here for you because I am that person, and because you are that person for me.

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. Vartika says:

    Beautifully written ❤️

    Liked by 2 people

    1. GS says:

      Glad you liked the post

      Liked by 2 people

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