The Blessed Curse

I drink you in.
Heart to heart, blood to blood.
even your feelings flow through me.
Your pain, fear scream in my veins.
My eyes well with your tears.
Wishing I could kiss them away.
Hope and wholeness gifted to you.
Darling I’d bleed for you.
Whatever you’d ask –
if I only could, I would.

But it matters not.

I’m a fleeting amusement.
A minor triviality.
This I know.
This the truth incessantly screams.
And yet…
So little of your kindness heals me.
Feeling this damned wholeness when you smile.

Never dreamt friendship
was such a blessed curse.
To be loved,
yet not.
Needed,
but not wanted.

Could I harden my heart, squelch my love?
Surely there is light in another’s eyes.
Surely someone else’s arms are meant to be home.
Another should be whispering to me in the night.

But could I hear his voice above your song?