A Sharing Life

by Lisa Zaran

Sometimes when I love you,
the energy it takes,
the thoughts which consume me,
I feel destroyed.

My days and nights,
both of which mean very little,
are all encompassed by you.
By the very idea
of your existence.

I am such a fool.
I know this. It's hardly
a judgment.
I actually feel destroyed.

I've never been
the independent type.

I used to think
I liked to be alone.
I think I like to be left alone.

As long as there is someone
waiting just outside the door.