It's not like I iasked/i for this.
One could almost call it
an unfortunate
accident.
Damn the lot of them.
They dare to ridicule me
when society is
the way it is?
I brush it off
when confronted
but I despise this
this
iaddiction./i
This feeling
of
dependency.
Like the feeling I get
when I think
about him.
Damn him.
It amazes me why
he doesn't just
get up
and walk away.
Walk out of
my life.
For good.
But he's like
that tiny
orange
and
white bottle
I hold
in my hand.
He can't just walk away.
He needs me.
But I need him
and it
more.