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A Pound of Flesh

What is it that you need from me? - I pray that you do tell. For everything I've offered - hasn't gone over too well. Patience as you grow? - As you learn from your mistakes? No, that cannot be it - because you've never really changed. Could it be understanding? - For me to learn just how you tick? No, that can't be it either - I know so much that I am sick... Perhaps it is forgiveness - to swipe the slate so it is clean. No, because you've shown me - that you'll do just what you mean. I've come to think that silence - is the thing you sink from me. For me to not disturb you - with the pain that you've been causing. Do you desire smiles? - Laughs? For me to eat my feelings? For me to just get over it - while you help none with healing? To water down my pain - so that you don't have to be bothered? To pretend things never happened - so that you and I "get farther"? A pound of flesh you ask from me - do I really even matter? Or is it what you gain from me? - It's now clear that it's the latter. So now I turn the tables - what is it that I require? A pound of flesh I fear. - Compared to yours? The cost much higher. I now require honesty - transparency as such. I demand from you respect - tell me, dear, is that too much? I must be high up on your list - I must be a priority. I demand you be considerate - and for unwavering loyalty. This may seem alot to ask - but it's time I claim my worth. If you can't pay me your pound of flesh - you must find someone else to hurt.

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