I know you care about me
like I care about you.
I just wish you'd succumb to it.
unless you don't.
unless I'm crazy.
unless I'm just seeing what I want to see.
I could have imagined the way you become more animated
as I enter a room.
I may have made up the genuine kindness in your words
or the love behind each insult.
Maybe the security you give me with each good hug
is in my head.
Maybe the warmth in your eyes as you smile at me
is just my perception.
Maybe...I wonder if I'll ever know for sure.
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