I can tell her I'll always be there for her,
and tell her I love her.
I can take notes from her tumblr and listen to her rants.
I can give her advice and
pick her up when she's down,
over and over,
even when I myself can't get off the ground.
I can walk around her I'm careful circles,
and try to find ways to tell her the things she needs to hear
in the ways she wants to hear them,
but i guess I kind of figured out
that it's pointless.
she'll never listen.
never notice.
never care.
she'll always turn around
and say she wished someone cared,
always wish she had someone who understood her.
She'll always ask me why
she doesn't fit in
and why no one likes her
and why she feels like this,
and ask why
she doesn't have a best friend and
where that someone is.
I've been here all along, haven't I?
I can be her best friend.
I'm standing here,
waiting for her to realize.
she doesn't.
never does.
never will.
I can be her rock,
her shoulder to cry on.
I can be her safety,
her home,
her happiness until
she finds her own.
maybe I'm not the only one who can,
but I'm the only one offering.
and she'll always be happy
and sad
and feel lost with nowhere to go,
and I can't change that
no matter how hard I try.
I want to change it,
I wish I could.
my efforts always fall flat.
I can't change her,
no matter how hard I try.
I can't help her,
no matter how hard I try.
I can't be what she needs,
no matter how hard I try.
I've tried.
and all she wants
is to find the one who can.
so, maybe, I should stop trying.
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