 impromptu style whining and pining
Why do I do this to you?
Why do I need a verbal pacifier to sleep every night,
to roll over and go on with my life?
Even though I know it must be horribly trying,
this constant reaffirmation,
that yes, you would stay with me,
you would be there,
you would love me,
you wouldn't get mad...
and yet I continue to ask, to need, to thirst
for your comfort.
And it makes me hate the very thread of my being.
It goes against all I've always wanted to be...
the independent, rock-solid and unshakable
girlfriend of the golden ages.
Dammit.
And all the while I'm writing this,
I find myself praying you don't leave me
-- 4/05/07 for Will
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