You live in me.
I opened my Self to you many years ago.
I invited you in, delighted that your RSVP was an enthusiastic yes.
We quickly became lovers without love.
Perhaps our relationship would be better described as symbiotic.
The thing is I don't know if you feed off of me, or if I feed off of you.
I guess it doesn't matter as long as we stay together.
I'm willing to give you up, to go it alone, but you won't leave.
No matter how often I'm accused of being you, we are one because you want it that way.
If I went into the woods, as Gretel not even with Hansel, you would find me.
You know that without you I would no longer be complete.
I would be artistically anorexic.
I need you.
You need me.