Cursed Benevolence

My neck hurts from looking down

At the thought of another misstep

I want to stop but I only frown

I move on, only stopping for a deep breath

My lips are bruised

I bite them all the time

Holding on to the words I might have (ab)used

And thinking feels like a crime

My head aches

It is heavy with your secrets

The story breaks

And now it is filled with your regrets

I cry,I breathe,I try to hold it all in

It doesn’t feel like I suffer from malevolence

I feel everything,even the uneven flow of your breathing

This empathy is not yet a gift, just cursed benevolence