No one else but you
can ever elicit such
feelings from me-
the vexation, despondency...
even emotions that I can't express as simply and fully in just one word:
feelings that spur me to pull out all of my hair, to cry for days and days and days
as a means of catharsis
for me.
No one else but you
can ever make me feel this
small, inferior,
insecure, unsure amidst everything, but having
to listen to everything
you say,
in spite of my own feelings...
and to think, of yours instead.
No one else but you
could ever dictate the things I do,
yet cause me to
love you
at the same time.
Only you are capable of that. However,
I'm left handicapped.
but take me take me take me.
YOU ARE READING
From the bottom of my heart
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