Like the hollowness of a straw-I serve a purpose. You tend to suck the passion out of me. The care. The patience. I've been taken advantage of. I realized that I am afterall, defined; established clearly only by my surroundings. You see what encases me and yet you are blind to what I am. You believe it is inanity, concealment; ...a sort of seclusion. I've attained such judgment before. However, none like yours has scarred me so. I have taken to your laughter, your lips, your words of prayer and song. They fill my vessel. If I am the emptiness of the straw--you are my encasing--you are what defines me.
Love, all I need is you.
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