speak
I make myself sick
almost
with my desperation
of wanting to know
tell me
show me
prove to me
I have to know
exactly
how much you care
I re-read
I pick apart
searching for a hidden meaning
Wanting to know
exactly
what you mean by
telling me you care
telling me I am your oasis
telling me that some days I am the only thing which brings you joy
I feel like I tell you
constantly
in no uncertain terms
exactly
how I feel about you
But always
dancing
tip-toeing
pussyfooting
around
the word I really want to say (and hear)
LOVE
*This piece has been sitting in my drafts folder for over two years. It’s a good example of the anxiety I go through when I become involved in a relationship. Or maybe, it’s only when I become involved in a relationship which I know isn’t good for me. I need to do some cleansing. . .of my possessions, of my writing, so this is the start. Honestly, I think this was still in the drafts folder because it’s complete drivel.
Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
But by publishing, you now have that elusive thing called Closure.
Something which one rarely gets from anyone, even ourselves.