Pieces Of Feelings.

I'm so used to taking care of you.
Making sure you're ok.
I'm so used to be the one you run to for comfort.
To make it ok.
I feel I still need to be that person.
Safety.
I feel I need to pick up your pieces and wipe your tears.
I can be your tissue.
You're security.
I can't always see you.
But I'm always there.
I cherish you and being the one who you released emotions on.
I knew the words were just anger.
I'm still here to grasp your clenched fists.
I'm still here to tell you everything is ok.
Even when it's not.
I'll be your bouquet of sunflowers.
Sent to you to make you smile.
Even when I die, you still think about the memories.
Now we're worlds apart.
But it's nothing for me to take a trip.
I like going out of my way for you.
Just to see you're face, makes me feel like doing the impossible.
Adrenaline fuels me when you smile.
I want to be someone you need.
Because I seem to need you.