Can you feel me?
I need you more today
than I did yesterday
I know you feel it
I sense the distance it
puts between us
In the same way that my
strength draws you near
My frailty pushes you
away
Tell me, then, who am I
to turn to when I am in need?
Such a wretched enigma!
You love and respect the
part of me that does not need your approval
While the part of me
that craves your love and acceptance stands hated
At a time when a caustic
remark would fly right off my shoulders
I am deemed worthy of your esteem
But when I am vulnerable
I become the object of your
disdain
When I am in need of
tenderness and compassion
You lie in wait for the
woman who needs nothing and no one
To reappear
You admire her
resilience
You take delight in her
vitality
You love her when she is
self-assured
Then leave her when she
needs you most
Half of the person I am
is all you ever wanted
-Ironically enough-
It is the half of me
that can stand alone
This is the paradox
Of a maniacal
disposition
And the reason I do not
know if I will ever feel
Truly, wholly loved
By anyone
