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I am powerless in your arms,
unable to think,
unable to move,
not wanting to breath
for fear that you will notice my presence
or suddenly become annoyed by it.

So I watch my footing carefully
when I step near you,so as not to disturb you
and your quiet thoughts.

When I cry
I make sure I do it quietly,
so I won't wake you
from your well deserved sleep.

When I have a problem
I hold it in and listen,
because I know that you need
someone to listen to yours.

When you need me
I am always by your side,
to care for you
and dress your wounds.

I have offered you all of me
and yet I sit idly by,
waiting for you to give something back,
to do anything that will show
that you love me in return...