17.

"We will get along because we are the same."

She told me as she placed her hands in my cheeks,

Only to wipe my tears away.

"Behind you is a deeply unsettling...

"Heavy tinge of self-loathing."

Astound about what she said,

I unconsciously slapped her hand away.

"Please love me. If you don't want to, then I don't want to see you anymore."

She said that without a bit of hesitation.

But she was right.

I loathe myself to a sickening extent

That I saw myself in her--

Crying...

Desperate for love...

And dead inside.