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Inside My Mind
I call them "pets."
But they are each so special to me.
They want me.
They need me.
They love me.
It isn't lust, or infatuation,
they will feel this way for years.
But they will never experience the afterglow
of fond memories or a fond farewell;
the end will be traumatizing,
they will be left shaking in the aftershock
of my perpetual basking in darkness.
They will be left with scars and
damage that cannot be undone.
They will think that they can fix me.
They will wait for me to change.
They will come back time and time again
and I will greet them with open arms.
I value them.
I do my best to accomodate them.
I do my best not to go past their limits
I know they can withstand.
I fear losing them as much as they
fear losing me.
I need their want.
I need their need.
I need their love.
And when they leave,
my whole world will crumble
for but a moment;
and then my heart will ice over,
my mind will refresh,
and I will find another-
perhaps more fragile,
and the game begins again.