You asked me one time, “what do you need?”
And I almost said it to you right there and then. That what I need most is the power not to break, the power not to break under pressure, under love, under your heated gaze. The power not to break whenever you walk away from me, or whenever you’re near me, or whenever you hurt me with your words and your stupid actions and inactions. The power to walk away from you and never look back. The power to never fall in your arms again every time you come back.
The power to still this treasonous, treacherous heart of mine.
To say I don’t love you anymore and mean it this time.
Terrible, Thanks for Asking. 