You make me feel I'm important to you. A monumental influence not daily sustenance but a reserve for when the situation is dire.
You make me feel like foot stool, pack mule, life jacket. Tossed into storage when not in use.
You make feel divine. A treasure to be hidden. A painted over masterpiece and tarnished jewel to keep me safe from falling into the wrong hands. From your rib, I was made, a part of you forever. No matter the space between us, never separate.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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