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I'm holding you in my arms again, sobbing, sobbing; I can feel you shake. Your eyes are red when you look back at me as you start to leave. I struggle for a bit, then finally find my voice; I ask you, I ask so quietly you have to ask me to repeat myself, I ask why.
Why do you have to care so much? How can your heart be so big, that you can give up your own happiness just so someone undeserving can smile again? You smile, a smile so sad, the world seems to wheep along with it, and you stand silent. You have no answer. You have no idea why.
My heart aches when I see you this way, when I can feel the sadness radiate off you so obviously, that it makes me angry when no one else helps. I notice your pain when it comes, I can see through your smiles and laughs, I hear through your sugar coated lies, and it makes me more at fault.
I notice these things, and my heart aches for you so badly I cry when you aren't around, but still I can do nothing. I'm so useless, and it drives me insane, but there you are, telling me sweet nothings. You mean what you say; but I can't accept that. So you smile and stand silent, and a tear drips down my cheek.
You have such a kind heart, a sweet heart, a loving heart, a foolish heart. It doesn't seem like you realize how simple it can be to manipulate such a heart, how quickly someone can use your kindness for their own games. But you do notice, and what a situation it becomes, when a heart being used doesn't want to fight back.
So all I can do is be here, and continue to offer my shoulder for your salty grief and pain. All I can do is stand along with you, silent and mute, while the world sends a kind heart more challenges, until you eventually cry out against the things that ever hurt you. Until then, all I can do is stand, and mirror that sad smile of yours, as the world walks by blind.
