expecting too much...
Or talking for an hour and a half total all day?
Is that wanting too much? Is that not enough room?
How much room can once person need..?
And when I speak my mind of something, I get into fights.
... This isn't anything like it use to be.
I am so sick, and yet, recieve no sympathy.
I cry and recieve no comfort..
I give and give.. I show much sympathy and comfort
and yet, cannot seem to recieve a morsole back.
Does he still love me?
I am not supposed to wonder, I must know...
He says he does, but acts differently than what he claims.
It 'tis not babying me, it is simply showing he cares,
Which i wish he would do more often.
I am not told i am beautiful, pretty, nor attractive anymore.
I am not told how much i am needed nor told how much i am loved.
So out of my curiousity, I ask if i am loved very much.
If he needs me the way i need him.
And if i am still beautiful..
But recieve such a dull answer.
I doubt I am to him...
I always remind him how much he is needed, and loved...
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