Title: Need
When we first met, I mean, truly met, you held on for dear life. Or rather you latched on to me, refusing to let go. You cried pitifully, a rare break down, regardless of what everyone else may think. Don't leave me. I don't care if you're the devil, if you're a killer or if you're god. Just don't leave me. I need you. Liar. You don't need me. Anyone would do. I'm just the only one close enough. Then again, it goes both ways. I need you too. I know, because that day, I was clinging just as tightly.