Here I Am

Here I Am

Here I am,

ready to help.

You've expressed that you need me,

I've even noticed that sad look on your face.

So let me get this right;

I'm your best friend?

Wow...that's amazing!

You'll be my new best friend too.

Our lives have been struggles from the beginning.

I know because we talk about it for hours,

and yet, you still seem distant,

but you assure that it's not that, just stress.

Ok, so stress,

that's what I'm good at.

No one knows stress like I do,

so such a perfect person to help you with yours.

The breakup approaches and you seek me out,

I tell you to communicate,

talk it all through,

and I think that maybe it'll all work.

The breakup happens,

and I'm still here,

we meet in the morning,

and we talk it all through.

Things go back to normal,

for you atleast.

Guess whose life I get to pick up the pieces for next?

My own.

We grow more distant,

I go to check on you,

and you tell me to give you a few,

so I wait.

Wait?

A few what?

I thought you said seconds,

now you need days?

As I sit back to wait,

watching from a far,

I know I can't do this,

but yet, here I am still.

I haven't written poetry in ages.