A need that twists cabled and gripping To be needed. A war between "I shouldn'ts" and "but I have tos" Where am I in all of this? The identity of a woman with ten thousand strong hearts and breaths All of it deflated by another Who appears to need oxygen MORE
Need need need
Kneed Kneed Kneed
until I'm contorted into a better reflection of yourself. Unrecognizable am I I look like the surface of correspondence Here I am! Always. I am The soul mate to your dreams and descriptors and hurt and tears and all that you've ever wanted to change in your life. And you'll swear on all that you stand for that we are closer than anyone you've ever known But if you were to recite one fact about me The room would be quiet and empty.