I know what I
want,
not why
which leads to
neurotic
deprecation based on my
inadequate definition of
self-worth.
"I need her here
and she doesn't
want me most of the
time," so I
do my best to hide my
neediness while trying to
communicate what's going on
with practical terms,
excluding the exaggerated
emotions best not to
pronounce.
How stressing when the
woman isn't worth it.
Losing her, though,
is intolerable.
The tendon is vibrating,
the one holding me
to this world.
