It was maddening .
Something wicked and vulnerable about me .
I didn't understand it .
But I knew it .
Maybe because I had strong doubts about being worthy enough
to be loved ,
or maybe because I had suspicions about the other person's feelings ;
I felt weak to be so sensitive
to a person .
And , feeling a whirlwind of emotions about the littlest of things -
the realization of it scared me .
My crazy susceptibility to him .
Maybe that's why I pushed him
to the edge just to see
how much he would take to keep me .
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