The Help We Give Each Other【POETRY】

The Help We Give Each Other

As I read your spoken thoughts
I think about what you're giving me.

A blinding mountain to stand upon
Of which you lie beneath;

Or a colossus of sand
Of which you slide down
Into my care.

You give to me your death so willingly,
Trusting but ink to demystify me.
As if one cannot deny those in charge.

Whether or not it's my papers or manner
My heart is heated from your unalloyed hurt
But do not think wrong, it hurts me too;
The love's from the words that speak it.