Sunday, August 26, 2007

Sap

How did you do it?
How the hell did you get so far under my skin.
It's like...
Without you, I don't know me
And it's terrifying.
I don't like being dependent
But if I don't hear from you,
I don't sleep.
It may be a sickness
But I think the cure would kill me
And as much as it pains me
I like it here.
I lose self, to give to you
So you can hand it back to me
As a gift.
As love
and patience
and loyalty
And everything I need to be
So I'll thank you for this weakness
And hope, That you're as weak as me

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