I hate how she never turns to me.
How every word I say has to be mimicked
by someone she attaches credibility to
before she absorbs wisdom and gives them credit.
It's the same raw dull-shock
that occurs when I cheese-grate my knuckles.
But it lingers longer and it burns deeper.
I love her,
and she destroys me.
A/N: R, you're not the only one... others cause this pain too, but, after everything, I hoped for more from you. Destroy isn't too strong a word.