If Life Doesn't Kill You, Emptiness Will.

I Need You

|| Less like a short-story?? Just writing something other than a poem.||

I question why I still let those words get to me. "I need you," is what I receive and it breaks me down. Every fiber of me seems to crumble apart. The words hold me back, keep me tied down.

What is it about them that makes me this way? Commitment. Cling. It's deadweight and empty promises that I don't need. It carries a burden that I cannot rid myself of.

"I need you," rings around in my head. Tell me you didn't mean them. Tell me you can live on without me. Tell me you only want me, you don't need me.

I know what the phrase has done to me. Never again. I will never deal with it again. I'm not ready, but maybe when I am, I'll accept it.

I'm too afraid to do this. I'm too afraid of leaving, too afraid to commit to something that is going to end sooner or later. I'm not ready for the clinginess that comes with needing someone. Actually, it's a combination of fear and hatred. I hate cling. I'm afraid of commitment. And it goes the other way as well.

Don't expect me to be around when you tell me you need me.