today, the pattern was proven undeniable:
for every person whom i dedicate my heart (which is not a hastily-made choice)
i will have always loved too much
too intensely, too angrily, too sadly, too expectantly, too distantly, too dependently——
i am always whatever they imagine me to be
but not what i imagined me to be—-
i do it for you, i’ll do it for you; why do you let me do it?