if you only knew,
just how desperately
I depend on you,
how hopelessly lost
I would be without you,
your love is like
a delicate pane of glass,
so fragile,
so beautiful,
waiting to be shattered
into a thousand pieces;
do not be fooled,
by the masks and charades,
the unimportant things,
see into me,
hold on to me,
but most of all,
don’t let me shatter you,
for it is I
who needs you
more;
more than you could ever know.
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