I’ve always liked your presence

Your company was calming, loving, warm, reassuring.

But I had never liked how I’ve always dragged you into my 

Drama as if you were a trash bag.

You have never seemed to complain,

But the guilt would eat me out alive every night,

As I get up planning on texting you about my complications,

I sit down mourning thinking about how much I have put you through. 

I feel the sorrow in my chest, knowing I could be stressing you out,

Knowing that I have too much pressure on your skull,

like a wrestling match.

The feeling of damaging someone with your own damage