She needed him
The way caterpillar needed a cocoon.
Her protection, security.
She craved him;
Desire in its most innocent form.
It was beautiful, she thought,
The way he coaxed her lethargic soul to
dance.
She hated him
For every step he took away.
For all the pain that he could have
caused
But didn't.
She worried
He'd lose interest
And cut her down to size.
She obsessed
Over every single possibility of pain that
he could cause her.
And again she hated him
Because she loved him.
And needed him.
Because what if suddenly he didn't need
her?