When I look at you,

I see everything that I’m not.

I hope you don’t see me staring…

When I gaze into the abyss,

I find you gazing back at me and

I feel… toutched?!?

I’m supposed to be your pillar,

Yet you stand there tall and strong for me…

Do you lead me to believe that I’m there for you?

I’ll protect you, I will…

…or is that just a farse too?

The contradicting conundrum has it’s suspense.

Although, no matter what it is I do decide to do…

It all comes down to the fact that I need you more than you seem to need me

and I’m feeling over used and far passed my welcome.

…or that you would rather admit to, anyway.

Am I there for you? or are you there for me?

That is the question that I do daily adore.

- Neo E. Hinton

08/10/2010