I have lived my entire life trying to be helpful to others.
Since before my age was a double digit I was multiple teachers aid, I helped everyone with their homework, helped my mom at home, extended a hand to anyone that was sad-
and that never ended.
Now my friendships and romances are simply based off the fact, I'm convenient.
I'd rather say that than easy.
I will be there and listen, I will pick you up if you need to get on your feet, I will shower you with things that remind me of you and always be a call away.
It's convenient to hold on to me,
because every friendship with me has benefits.
But then I become drained,
there is only so much I can give, without it being reciprocated,
until I crash.
And please don't let me burn,
when I do, I'll go up in never ending flames that can only be extinguished by gruesome pain and loss and I don't think I can face that again.
So yes my friendship is convenient,
but please don't look into my eyes and lie and say you love me.
You only love what I provide.
