Care For Me

Let what burdens you be my burden as well. Let your bothers be mine. Share with me your joys and I will love them too, simply because my joy is centered around yours.

Tell me, what does it take to know you truly?

I have opened my arms to you. But several nights they are left unprotected against the bitter cold you promised to fend off for me. I have cast my ego aside for you. But my declarations of affection, of vulnerability, have been left unheard. I have let you in with the hopes that you will do the same. But instead I am left to wonder if the version of you I know is true. Why are you scared to tell me your truest desires? Your brightest dreams and your darkest fears?

I suppose it does not matter. Because although I want to know about you, you care too little to get to know me. With you I wish to share every part of me, but how can I, when you do not bother to ask?

Have you realized that our conversations revolve around your life? Have you ever stopped to wonder about mine?

As I write this I realize what we have is not so much a ‘we’ as it is ‘me.’

Perhaps this is my fault. You must believe you can give me nothing and I will stay.

No, that is not it. You simply don’t care if I stay in your life or not. That must be it. Is it?

Isn’t it funny? How I have fought this battle against my maltreatment一no, lack of any treatment一by you. That has left me with scars of solitude and yearning but you will not fight for me to stay in your life? Why won’t you fight for me knowing I treat you better than most? Why won’t you treat me as I do you?