So,
It was you.
You,
who never left,
leaking emotions by my side,
burrowing inside me,
breaking me until I have no choice but submission.
You,
who never left,
latching on,
lashing out,
leaking emotion,
in a confusing cycle,
until everyone else leaves,
and it’s just you and me.
You.
Me.
You ask me,
with those damn eyes,
in an aching whisper,
why we always end up together,
just you and me.
It was you,
my only companion,
my only constant,
one of my many curses,
born perhaps,
maybe invented,
but boring me to tears,
with the same old song,
you always insist I sing,
the same old life,
you always let me lead.
Familiar mistakes,
that seem different for a second,
until I realise we have been repeating,
and repeating,
and repeating,
long enough to be labelled mad.
I don’t want you,
but you’re always here,
loving too much,
leaking emotion,
planning grand things,
before we even start the small stuff,
collecting husbands and wives,
but never quite securing the ring,
throwing yourself at the mercy of anyone with a kind smile,
because you won’t see that you’re capable
(or could be, if you gave in, and went to therapy).
You love too much,
because that’s the only currency you can manage efficiently,
spending for protection,
your eyelashes fluttering so much,
that all the things you fear about the world,
become a blur,
and you fall into someone else,
a princess,
a pet,
but never powerful,
because you can’t conceive it,
you won’t believe that you can survive,
all by yourself,
so off we go,
to be some narcissist’s project,
until they realise how much hard work you are,
but it’s too late, my love,
because you’ve already given too much,
and now,
you belong to them forever.
You love too much,
and they can’t get enough.
Addicted to your intensity,
(some would call it insanity).
Being adored,
depended on,
is sweet for a while,
but then it’s demanding,
demoralising,
and then,
it disappears,
and you are crying in a cavern of spilled milk,
crying because you think it might make them stay,
crying because your own company is the only kind you can’t stand,
crying because you’d give anything to be less helpless.
You’d give anything to be less helpless,
less dependent,
less bother.
Less.
