A letter to the lover within me.

[punkguy_76]

As there is a clear seperation between want and need...
I don't need her.
I wish I did need her, so that I could die from not having what my being needs ever so dependingly,
instead of feeling pain from wanting her untill the exquisite nature
of pain reveals itself.

I do mind not needing her.
It hurts that I don't need her.
It may kill that I don't need her.
If I needed her, I would surely be dead.
I should need her, kill myself, and be a self fullfilling prophecy.

But then no one wins, no one comes out on top.
Or maybe God is humble, doesn't need a winner, doesn't need anyone to come out on top, just need's a perfect sacrifice.

Should I be your lamb?
Should I be your lamb again?
A perfect little lamb about to shed blood, a welcomed opposition to tears?

Crucify me, I am the ego.
What's so bad about me anyways?
Do you think I deserve to die for you?

Go ahead save your lamb, honey.

Thats right, I want to be her lamb, not your's.

let her save me. Let her trust me. Let her Love me.

Then let her save me again...

Anyone who has had yellow teeth doesn't mind the repetition of brushing their teeth to have more white teeth.
I think after a lack of having love, you would welcome a lover, who would love you just like a being who loves white teeth.

I love white teeth. I love you, I don't mind repetition. I don't mind working for what I want.
I choose to live until you crucify me or let her save me.