I’ve let down my walls,

And I have no idea why.

I haven’t even known you

A whole year

And I am telling

You things

That I won’t even tell

My best friend.

Maybe it’s because

I know

How screwed up

You are.

I guess I just felt…

Comfortable

Sharing these things with you.

I felt I wouldn’t be judged.

And I wasn’t.

I have no idea why

I felt it was

Okay

To tell you all these things.

But I did.

I have no idea why

You told me all about your past.

But you did.

You are allowing me

To confide in you.

To tell you about my sorrow

And when I get

Certain urges.

And that is the most

Anyone has ever done

For me.

You were sweet,

And loving,

And kind.

But when I try to be those things

For you,

You reject it.

Say you aren’t deserving of it.

But I have

So many reasons

To believe

That you are deserving of it.

Deserving of so much more, than just

A little compassion

From a fat friend

Who is just as messed up as you are.