Tell me, were you ready for the storm that is who I am?
Is that why you quit so easy?
You weren't prepared for the intensity and passion that creates my very being?
For why else, would you give up someone who wanted nothing more from you then to see a smile on your face;
Every moment, of every day.
Someone who just wanted to feel your breath on the back of her neck;
Every Monday morning,
When starting her day is most difficult.