This is a personal documentation through poetry.
I am learning to look inward now, give myself love when I least want to. I do not live to love others, I live to love myself. I will find and create what is enough for me, and you will learn to let it...
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I am beginning to feel the pull. I will follow your footsteps close behind you, Without tripping you up, without stepping on your laces. It's not obsession, it's nothing sinister. It's love, and everything I can ever give you. Everything you've ever deserved. There is no doubt in me that you will be good, You will be happy, And you will thrive. But I feel the need to follow, to be sure. We'll make it there hand in hand, Heart to heart, And I will make sure you're okay. Our brothers have our parents, And our parents have our brothers. But if you walk on alone, who will you have? And if I stay put, who will I have? Who will we have, if not each other? We will rot apart. There is no other person meant for that role. It's you for me, and it's me for you. So I will follow you this time, And anytime you ask me to.
