What kind of girl am I,
taking all you give and feeling
left empty -
the kind of girl who
plays with her toys and
breaks them all?
What kind of woman am I,
so afraid of breaking you
breaking us
that I lie awake and cry
write poems to stave off sleep
instead of cherishing the comfort
you bring me like the best
present any girl could ask for?
~February 23, 2010
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