That was sad and beautiful.

I used to be in a relationship like this. And I used to feel like this- always open, willing to give her anything, be anything to her, for her. But you can only open yourself up so much before you start just feeling used. I refuse to be toyed with. Anyway, if this is about you, then I hope that you became or do become visible. This poem is beautiful.

So beautiful, so terribly, achingly beautiful. I imagine this is written from personal experience, because you wrote with such personality and familarity. If you didn't, I am even more impressed.

Night Silver's Whisper