The note that love is selfish is a philosophy in itself,
The honesty behind ones own selfishness is just that; honesty.
And while it may hurt my heart, or primarily my brain,
I know to accept this candor for what it is,
As I know the level of unauthorized empathy roots deeper than I care to accept:
That the pressure mid torso when your companion pains, is,
When word put to it,
Nothing more than sympathetic pity.
The real pain comes from your own position:
You are forced into a discretion of helpless sympathy,
A front row seat from which your capabilities leave you paralyzed.
And in knowledge of this,
What you claim to be empathy
Is nothing more than your pity
And need to rid yourself of so called pain.
So you help where you can;
Endure their endeavors.
But all the while,
loving them through,
Your love is selfish;
You're only helping you.
