To someone I love unconditionally, and To myself,

Everything I say? Everything I say?

What about 'I love you'? 'I want to be with you.'

Here are some more:
I think you're funny almost all of time
I do like reading Wikipedia
I disagree with you a lot but I also agree with you often
I love your hair.
I love your weird feet.
I warm when you laugh
I feel sick when you feel sick

What do you think of me? Beneath whatever is left of your feelings for me, what is there? Nothingness? Disgust? Respect? Love? What is there? What do you have to give?

What do I have to give? Oh darling, if only you'd let me try. My tongue is wicked, I hate it, but it's the uncertainty and insecurities that sharpen it.

I'm sorry. What else is there to do? I stiffen, quiet, sicken, fight, or play. Better to stay away. Cocoon, sticky...butterfly, someday...

I am sorry. And those words hurt. Negative energy? What else would radiate from such discomfort. Unrequited. Like peanut butter. Truly.

Safety or acquiescence?

Or is it: stubbornness or grace?

Ugh. Sick with myself again,
Sunshine