#3

What can I say when I say good morning, but nobody's there to care?

You always have an excuse. Busy, woke late, rushing to get to work. They may be true, but you're wrong, all the same. How did you turn out this way? Is this how you always were? Was I ever so blind? I hate you. But I love you. I've never felt this way before. Cliche, but the whole of life is a cliche, experienced over and over again by different people. And the first time is always a surprise.

I hate you. But I love you. I could let you go right now, it only takes a minute to call, to say i'm done. Then you'd never understand, you whom I still believe in. I believe I know you, I believe you'd never wilfully hurt me, never manipulate me, never be so devious as to hide your lies behind a sweet smile. All this I believe, I do not know, and I never can claim to know because you are you and I am human.

You whom I still believe in, don't you know that belief must be fed? I am not one to blind myself, so I will never follow like the self-proclaimed faithful. I need to know you exist. I need to know I exist, to you. I am not insecure, I am human and I need to be loved. You just don't, and you can't tell me. I hate you. Yet I love you I love you, I love you. Foolishly, I whine and wait for you to feed me, curled up in my kennel, unwilling to break free.