I sit

still

unmoving

letting you cry on my shoulder

knowing if I were to make a move

to comfort you

rigid, you would turn

I long to reassure

all the fairy tales you've been told;

but anger and sorrow

are bitter medicine to take

and a spoonful of sugar

only serves to coat the truth

in sticky lies and sweet nothings

that will leave you emptier

than you are now

no

there is nothing I can do

but be

silent

still

unmoving

your rock to crash against.