of saying too much,
holding too close,
loving too dear.
You are my precious,
and my one,
and my only,
but I fear that I will
smother you in kisses
and hugs
and neediness.
I need you so much, you see.
Don't let me turn you off,
push you away
in my tormented tears
and hidden emotions.
Understand that I need a rock
as heavy and immovable
as your sleeping puppy,
as dependable and sturdy
as any ancient car
built when the building was worth it.
Be my rock,
my protection from the storm.
Just know
it may be a while
before I can trust you to be that steady
and in the meantime
you can help me
just by being.
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