Empath
I am in therapy.
Of course I am in therapy.
My therapist tells me I am an empath.
It is not a bad thing, he says, with the same tone doctors tell patients they caught the cancer early.
Let me take on the pain of you.
You are hurt. What can I do? I don't want you to hurt. Let me try to help. It's ok if I get hurt. I can take it.
Let me take on the pain of you.
You just need care. I will take care of you. Please don't worry. I will worry about you for you. I will become sick with worry for you.
Please let me take on the pain of you.
Hurt people hurt people.
You don't mean to hurt me.
You love me.
Love is hard for you.
You want to love me but it is hard. I know.
You are just hurting so naturally you hurt
me. I am here. I am loving you. I just am here.
It's just me.
Let me take the pain of you.
It's ok. I can take it.
When were you broken? I can fix you. Let me pick your pieces up and glue them back together. It's ok if I cut myself. It's ok if I work hard to put you back together with kisses and love and a hand on your heart and then you break again in my hands and fall apart on the floor. It's ok if you are in little sharp pieces all around me. I will fix you. Again and again and again. Until I'm broken.
Of course I am in therapy.
My therapist tells me I am an empath.
It is not a bad thing, he says, with the same tone doctors tell patients they caught the cancer early.
Let me take on the pain of you.
You are hurt. What can I do? I don't want you to hurt. Let me try to help. It's ok if I get hurt. I can take it.
Let me take on the pain of you.
You just need care. I will take care of you. Please don't worry. I will worry about you for you. I will become sick with worry for you.
Please let me take on the pain of you.
Hurt people hurt people.
You don't mean to hurt me.
You love me.
Love is hard for you.
You want to love me but it is hard. I know.
You are just hurting so naturally you hurt
me. I am here. I am loving you. I just am here.
It's just me.
Let me take the pain of you.
It's ok. I can take it.
When were you broken? I can fix you. Let me pick your pieces up and glue them back together. It's ok if I cut myself. It's ok if I work hard to put you back together with kisses and love and a hand on your heart and then you break again in my hands and fall apart on the floor. It's ok if you are in little sharp pieces all around me. I will fix you. Again and again and again. Until I'm broken.
You will suffer twice as much and twice as often. You are never alone. Yet, you can also love twice as much and for twice as long. Patience. Wait for it.
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