All For Nothing

Someone asked for a piece of my soul
Or at least a copy.
It doesn't matter who,
all that matters is why.

Things were packed up so nicely.
The way I folded away the tears
like no ones business...because they're not.
"How do I feel this good sober?"

I listen to you shoot off ideas and hurt
like a gun without a safety.
Each bullet penetrating deeper and deeper
with every sorrow felt syllable.

You sit and wish
I wasn't emotionally attached to the memories
I'd made with him.
Though you could fully understand my perspective.

It took all I had
not to hold you.
I knew it was in our best interest
if I stayed behind.

Even though your h[e]art was bleeding
for someone other than me
I still drank you in.
Becoming intoxicated
with the need to absorb the next right hook
Life wanted to throw at you.

You were right it bothered me.
Just not in the ways you'd assumed. 
From the moment I met you
it pained me to see you upset.

You caught my tears
I wanted to return the favor.
This must be was it feels like
to be benched outside the picture.