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“What do you want?” Incessant questions to fill the void inside my head.  Do you know? Do I? A scary thought to ponder; on the other side of this precipice we call love. A deep and welcoming fall, the end or the beginning of it all.  Will you jump? Will I?  Do I want what’s real, or the fairytale?  Do I know the difference, better yet, do I even care.  Do you want to pretend? Do I?  The slight of your hand against my cold cheek, your kisses abound my heart and face. Your warmth poisons my blood, melting the ice that has taken its residence from long ago. Ii feel the pieces of this puzzle being slowly put back together, wounds sewn together, no longer seeping from the pain that you take away with each “I love you.”  My muscles ache when you are absent, the dream of your spirit not comfort enough anymore, though it may have been in the past. Afraid to let go of the heartache I’ve come a custom to, knowing that as happy as I can be with you, despondent you can leave me.  Do you understand? Do I? You ask me how to fix it, I again have no answers.  If I knew I wouldn’t be where I am now.  Can you fix me? Can I? Guess we'll just have to see...