(I love you,)

I love you,
Though I feel discarded,
Insecure -
Terrified this neurosis might imbue
What already has diminished.

I hate myself for knowing
That loud as I may roar,
I love you no less
With each rejection -
Still, I seek refuge on your shore.

I hate the realisation
That as you read these words,
You will sigh -
In "Not this, again!" Resignation,
And, perhaps, you wonder "Why?"

SJL: 15th October, 2004