An offer I would love to make to a friend I would love to have. |
Here you are, allowing me to inundate you with my unsolicited life story. Maybe you want me to be silent, but I like to think you care. Perhaps you’re just yet another mistake; perhaps I’ve placed my fragile trust in yet another unfit vessel, but I like to think you’re worthy. I toss my weighty sorrows into your outstretched arms wondering if maybe you want so much more in return, like all of my other “friends,” determined to drink all of the creek’s refreshing water, and then move on to less accomodating, less vulnerable detours. But you seem different somehow— You seem more human, so I have this to say: When you feel lonely and forgotten, here I always stand. Cling to my proffered shoulder, and your teardrops can mix with mine. When you are cornered and embattled, and when supposed allies turn their backs or tear open gaping wounds in flesh you thought was protected, bleed on me. You might think I’m saying this just so you’ll be obliged to offer the same-- Maybe that’s a little bit true. But I need a loyal friend and you need a solid rock, and maybe we can help each other. |