Poem #4

Feeling like it's close
Like it's enough
But then I'm empty again
Thinking I'm on the brink of losing my sanity
Wondering where all this extra need is coming from
When the self sufficient woman turned into the lovey dovey type. . .
When the independent woman became dependent on your love. . .
Just when I think I can be loved no more, that this love is becoming an addiction
That I am on the verge of losing it. . .
I get confirmation in your eyes, your smile, your words, your touch. . .
That I could never overdose.