This is the kind of vulnerability I hate:
The burden of knowing that I need her
More than she needs me.
I know she truly loves me,
But if our love is ever lost,
She returns to him; I return to the abyss.
Why does nobody need me like I need them?
Why is it so easy to let go of me?
Why does she act as if we never met, when I see her every night in my dreams?
Beautifully poignant poem! ❤️
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