As I sit here, listening,
I am your shoulder to cry on.
I know not to say anything,
but you wouldn’t listen to me anyway.

I find myself in this position again,
you in tears over some boy who lost your trust.
I find myself in this position again,
and I start question why.

I’m here with you when you hurt,
but you fly away from me once your wings recover.
I come to your side over and over as you ignore my advice,
and continue to make the same mistake.

So why do I stay?

I don’t stay because I want sex,
or a relationship,
or anything of the other things that I know you assume.

I stay because I love you,
and I don’t turn my back on the people I love.