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Dec 2010
You make breathing more difficult.
My stomach contracts.
I think I might be sick,
But only with your disease.
If something is wrong with me,
At least I know it's the same thing that's wrong with you.
That has to mean something.
But that gives me little comfort.
You tie me into knots.
If I remember correctly,
This feeling is described as anxiety.
Or maybe it was love?
I think I hate you.
Oh yes, it must be love.

My thoughts are always buzzing.
And they are always about you.
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
It was only a few weeks before it was over.
But that was enough.
No one has ever seen me the way you do.
I wish they could.
Your eyes made me feel new.
Not alive, not beautiful, not special.
New.
And old.
You saw the me I wanted to see in myself.
The girl I knew I was.
That has to mean something.
But then you stopped looking.

It isn't fair.
You could have just used me,
And then let me hate you.
Like a decent man would have.
Instead you decorate our one-way relationship,
With the word "friends."
You are not my friend.
Because the little pieces of myself that I gave to you,
Are already forgotten.
Hidden away; They were never there at all.
And all I asked for was right now.
But I can't shake you.
That has to mean something.
So, I'll be your friend,
Until you don't need me anymore.
Because that's what I'm good at.
But oh, I'd **** to just be wanted.

You gave me that look.
You know the one.
It had been so long.
And I got lost in those eyes of yours.
I was a goner before I could stop it.
When you asked me why,
I already had a list a mile long.
I liked everything about you and I hardly knew you.
But I knew it wouldn't change.
And it hasn't.
That has to mean something.

I wanted to save you,
But more than that,
I wanted you to save me.
Because for the first time in my whole life,
I actually felt like you could.
By just being around me.
Like a piece that was always missing,
It just makes the picture that more beautiful,
When it's there.
I hope you'll always need me.
Because,
Everyone needs someone,
And I've never needed anyone.
But I need you.
That has to mean something.
© Dec. 13th, 2010 Moriah Jean

For Andrew - Boy, you drive me crazy.
Written by
Moriah Jean
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