You are the closest thing I have to

someone who loves me, so I

cling to you. You are my only hope.

You are surprised by this, you’re

not sure what I’m doing.

You like the attention but the

intensity of it worries you a bit.

When I get angry and withdraw it,

try to move on (as I know is

best for me), you are shocked,

bereft from the loss.

This actually says more about you

than it does me, and I am

not a poster child of sanity.

by Cher Bibler