Lovesick… he yearns for you, he apparently cannot live without you. Darling, can’t you tell, won’t you comprehend, he much he needs you? This is not a truth which can be bent. But, my sweetheart, why does he need you? Where is he calling from – low, high, the hay, but my precious, won’t you see, that his neediness for you reaches both night’s lapping shore and the brightness of your day. But, of course, if he possesses this need for you, every single moment, of every night and day, perhaps this makes his need genuine, and truthful, and right, is this not a possibility, aren’t you swayed? Do you understand that this man, he needs you more than anything in his world? Timely circumstances, truth be told, your heart, extracted, threaded, hurled. Your organ now, he dangles it from a string, and swings it round and around, because, really, he wants this game to be seen, to show he holds concern for holding you, whatever will these antics result in, whatever shall they do? He does not bother to extract his own heart, to meld with the string of yours, like a yo-yo you’re toyed with, a sign of a desperate need, he just wants the amusement of love, and life, and his validity to be seen. He needs you, darling, why can you not see? Why can't you see what he’s doing to you? I suggest you snatch your heart from him and willingly set yourself free. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Photo by Magdaline Nicole from Pexels
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