unsent draft messages

I only have compassion for you

When you’re apart from me

If I could see you sitting there,

Side by side, shoulders slumped,

Heavy,

I’d feel something for you

I could even hug you,

Whether you let me or not

It doesn’t matter—

I’d see you though,

Saying nothing

I’d feel you

When you’re someone else,

It’s easier

They say, be disciplined with yourself,

Be kind to others

My discipline was always the stick

I beat you down and then put you over there

I see you again,

And I care—

Enough to want to hold you

It must be tough to only exist when it hurts,

To be seen only through pain

Why is it easier this way?

Imagine there was no you or I,

Neither together nor apart,

No more dueling with duality,

No victim, no villain

To never see you again—

How beautiful that would be,

To be,

Only to be.