Why do I love you?
Because you treat me well?
Give me attention?
Tell me I'm pretty?
Why have I been avoiding asking questions?
Is it because I'm actually not in love with you?
Just telling myself I am
So I don't have to think about a far more selfish, pathetic answer?
Is it because all I want is to feel special
And I feel like I'm special to you?
You're closed off, difficult, isolated,
Yet you open up to me.
I'm your outlet,
Your relief,
I'm a safe for all your secrets.
Do I love you?
Or do I love what I am to you?
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Author's Note:
OH IT FEELS SO GOOD TO BE BACK!
This one's a little more to the point than my usual floaty stuff, but it felt good just laying it all out simply for a change. Another tidbit of my journey to self discovery. Thanks for joining me folks :)
LJ x
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