How do I love an empath?
(This applies to children, friends, parents and romantic partnerships).
It’s simple; I honor how he/she feels and I reassure him/her that their feelings are important. As an empath, they need extra time to process their emotions, whether they asks for alone time or they want to talk it out. You nurture him/her in the way he/she is asking to be loved, whether it is through tears, screams or silence.
She/He needs extra affection, it helps her/him feel safe. Most of all, I celebrate her/his sensitivity because it is a gift. She/He is on this Earth to love with all her might.
If you love an empath, feel blessed because you hit the karmic jackpot. Who better to love and support than someone who lives to love you back, completely.
As an Empath myself I can relate – and am in love with another Empath as well as is my child one. It truly is a blessing to have them in your life.
This poem is dedicated to all Empaths By Rebecca Lammersen……..
To Love An Empath
I’m all feelings, that’s it.
Lit with emotions that just won’t quit.
I wish I could turn them off with a switch,
But that’s not an option,
Till I’m buried in a ditch.
There’s always a trade to be made,
Every decision keeps me saved.
Sometimes it causes strife,
Cause I refuse to cut the emotions outta my life.
My dream would be,
To express all and be received,
Yet no one wants to love the girl who seems dis-eased.
You’re not deceived,
So stop believing the lies you feed.
You must understand,
I’ve been freed.
Sometimes I question how to get by,
But I’ll never give up,
I’ll continue to try.
Every time I dive into my head,
I can’t seem to make it heard or said.
See, the feelings keep dripping from my heart,
Cause it’s the only way I know to live my art.
Forced to hide inside my mind.
It’s torture in here,
The joy, the sadness just won’t disappear.
You ask me to shut it down,
Cause then I can’t make a sound,
So I don’t disturb you and your ground.
But I can’t, I won’t.
Either love me fully or let me go.
I don’t have time to be a ghost.
I took off the sheet when I realized,
It’s the only way to stay alive.
Next time I cry,
Next time I scream
Hold me close,
Please don’t leave.
Just keep me open,
So I can bleed.
This is how to love the life I lead.