I would have given you everything but you were young and greedy and needy and, when I turned my head, you stole it anyway. I would have accepted your offering but I was young and greedy and needy and I was waiting for you to put it in a prettier box with a tighter bow. I didn't get younger. I got older and more clever. I learned to rearrange the letters of content to spell happy. I didn't get greedier. I learned to gamble with what I had and broke even. I redefined my needs and swallowed hard until my wants disappeared.

And now--now I'm older....rearranged....broken....swallowing hard. Needing you. More and more and more of you.



**Don't ask....lots and lots of words swimming around in my head. I had to get them out**