It's nice to be relied on. Sometimes, though,
It seems absurd, and that in turn can breed
A wonder and a doubt it could be so,
Which can become, in turn, doubt of the need
That drives reliance on. When this occurs,
One can feel mocked, or incorrectly weighed,
A strange self-torture that obliquely spurs
A disassociation from what made
The subject feel uncomfortable - which may
Be quite unfortunate, if the relier
Doesn't know exactly how to say
What in the other person they require
And so cannot allay those fears. So hear:
I need you here because I love you, dear.
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