Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on many.
Go.
For many years, I have loved you.
For many many years, I have held you close, and thought of you always.
For many many many many years, I have needed your love right back.
And that need has grown.
For many years, I have been suffocating.
For many many years, I love a little too hard.
For many many many years, I have not listened to those that have felt suffocated.
And that need has to stop.
For many years, I have tried to fill an obvious hole.
For many many years, there has been a gap I have tried to stuff full.
For many many many years, the people I love have felt I am too much.
And that need has to stop.
For many years, I have been so pleased with how I love.
For many many years, I am proud of that, I call it my superpower.
For many many many years, I have been told I expect too much.
And that need has to stop.
I have to find many different ways to love.
I have to find many many different ways to feel loved.
I have to find many many many different ways to stop.
