I don’t like false sentiment.
I don’t want you to say it ‘cause you think it should be said
Or because it’s the right thing to do.
I don’t want to hear that you’re here for me when you’re hoping I won’t turn to you.
I don’t want your support if it comes off the back of obligation and begs some form of reward.
I don’t want, “you know I’m always here for you”, when ‘here for you’ means a fly on the wall.
I don’t want help, or support, or someone to talk to
I don’t want the right words
I don’t want temporary comfort.
If you’re offering yourself, truly, because you want what’s best for me
Don’t offer, just be here
Be genuine
Let your actions speak and keep your words to yourself
Let your true intentions speak.
Because I know all too well the glazed eyes that accompany the empty, “are you ok?”
And I know too well the obligation to ask because you can see the pain in mine
And most of all I know the words of comfort so sympathetically said; the softness, the warmth, the love
And the sharp pang in my chest, the burning sensation, when I’m shown that the words have no meaning
When I’m offered an open door but on my arrival you pretend no one is home
When the utterances of love and affection end at the lips
And I find myself alone.
I have encountered your type too many times before
So I hear you but I am not listening
It’s a lot easier to sound real than it is be it
And if the sound is all you’ve got
Feel free to keep it.