I soaked up your pain & you let me
My ears became your paper and wrote everything
Your ink stained my skin
You fault me for caring & I blame you for telling
The thing is I feel words
So deeply they take root they take up space
So now you have space that I can't evict you from
I can't vacate the room that you've taken up
Believe me I have tried.
As you spoke like flipping through pages
Each paper inscribed with your pain
What was I supposed to do?
I soaked up your pain & you let me.