You are a part of me,
not in that exhausted cliche way.
I would be an entirely altered self without you.
Despite delay, I have gathered that I need you.
You are my lifetime lover,
a scar on my soul.
We are a perfect, parasitic affair.
My skin has become callused from your assaults.
You conditioned me to fear the world around me.
Yet nothing in this universe could cause such wounds to me, besides you.
Continue to string me along, my love.
I've learned to laugh at the intolerable pain.
Never have I known a more reliable being than you.
For sorrow suits me best.