You know, I get this unusual paranoia, sometimes.
The way you look at me, somedays.
There's a distance in your eyes.
There's annoyance in your gaze.
More than a third of my life,
You've been a pillar,
Holding me up.
We can't be wavering, now?
I don't know what to say,
except that I'm afraid.
What if something comes between us?
Is some wedge already looming?
This wedge. "I'm just paranoid," I say.
Exactly. I'm paranoid. That's the wedge.
I bet it's really annoying. How clingy I am.
I bet that's why I'm afraid, it's bugging you.
Is that in itself the paranoia?
I'm so afraid.
More and more often, now.
I'm afraid, and then the feeling fades. I sigh.
(But it always comes back)
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Written September 11th, 2005
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