Labor

by Yakari Gabriel   Jul 8, 2016


I send you kisses, I know your phone is in your hand. you don't reply by choice. to you I am nothing special. Most days I feel more like a resource than a human. I heard human beings are resources. I don't think you grant me the human part though. you don't come to me with your happy. you come to me with your sad.
you like the therapist in me,
you like the love in me
you like the light in me
you like my arms and my hands
and the emotional labor they do for you
you like my mouth, and the words
of the calm they speak to you

but are you there?
are you ever there?
when my coffee goes cold because
I can't stop over thinking
are you ever there

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  • 8 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I'm going to keep coming back to this.... I can't get it out of my mind. Upon first read, this reminded me of someone and my thoughts on him. How my heart is constantly asking that "are you there?" How he cares yet sees me as someone to be "helped", almost as a "duty" to check up on since I am quite younger than him....

    but when I read the part about only coming to you when sad, I thought wow. That could be me too. There's just so much depth and conflict in those lines. Sometimes I come to him with my pain and sad so he knows I hurt, to see if he will beyond the "painted on smiles" and casual talk. To see if he'll care about the hard conversations.

    Ahh, going to read once more ;)

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