Sunday roasts

I don't like to feel as though I am asking too much of you.
My reflex is to want to crawl back into myself as I cringe at my own unintentional selfishness.
I thought it was ok to want.
To need.
Desire.
I am not starving but somehow satisfaction sits just out of reach and I am forced to consume more and more.
I know that you love and care.
Know that you are not turned off by the sight of me gorging myself hungrily on you.
But.
I am conscious.
Do not want to smother, cover or suffocate you.
I give almost all of myself and sometimes find that I am unable to decipher the beginnings and ending of our intertwined lives.
Sometimes I just need a little remind.
Then equilibrium is restored and all is right.
For a while at least.
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