my longing is disfigured and grotesque. i will hold onto you so tightly that my nails will dig into your skin and i will kiss you so desperately that i will draw blood.
i am a demanding creature. i am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. but i am your servant. when you starve i will feed you; when you are sick i will tend you. for you alone i will be weak.
you won't cry for my absence, i know. you forgot me long ago. am i that unimportant? am i so insignificant? isn't something missing? isn't someone missing me?