for you

i take.

i take the words from your mind and place them in your mouth. let you talk.

i take your sorrows echoing in the alleys and make them my own. let you heal.

i take passion, i take contempt, i take the tingling numbness you feel when you're consistently silenced but have that ever-burning desire to speak. 

i take your hands in mine and i let you know that you are beautiful, beautiful, and not in the old-timey, princess type way, but in that you make me uncertain.

i take your hands in mine and i feel my aches subside, my emptiness slowly dissolves and you start to sweat but you are still so damn beautiful.

i take because i need and i don't mean i lust, i mean i need to hold your hand.

i need to let you talk let you heal let you know that nothing will ever tame this confusion you bring upon me but that it's okay because i need you. 

i need you to understand that i take not out of greed but because there is nothing left to take from me