What does that say about you and I?
You're at what ten poems, I'm at roughly 100 or so?
So if one writes to cope, to sort pain and fear and hurt and love
And one reads to understand, gain knowledge, and make sense of things
Then you have hurt me more than I care to admit
Knowing everything I feel and more
And you say that my need to write it out, makes me a drama queen
And your obsessive need to know why, how, what, makes you...?