I wonder why
all I ever wanted was..
to be the stuff of obsessions
just once I wanted to be loved
needed
as much--if not more--
as I did..
this is dangerous
(I thought I had it)
but still true
why can't the angel need me
more than I need him
and why can't I be
that for anyone..
what's missing in me?
this is danger..
this is wrong.

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