She loves her, more than I wish she did.
I want to take away her pain,
like I used to be able to.
But that has been taken away from me.
She doesnt need me as she once did.
I'm just the friend, sister, caretaker.
She needs the one she loves, the one
who makes her smile.
The one who steals away the pain,
even though she was
the one who inflicted it.
Love is strange.
Love is insanity.
Love is pain.
I see her tears flowing like a river,
her face pale,
her lip quiver.
I try to hug her,
kiss her on the forehead.
But things have changed,
for the better for her,
for the worst for me.
I just want to protect her,
but its not up to me anymore.
So I'll do my job,
I'll play my part.
I'll do as she says.
Its how it has to be.