I broke her heart a million times; and she forgave me million and one; she says, we're meant to be; i am the love of her life; soul mates, she'd let me get away with anything; i patholigze her, that it's attachment style; anxious-insecure, brings out the avoidant in me; how i feel quickly engulfed, as her fears of abandonment dimish her being; attack her thoughts, stirring a hurricane inside her head; chaos amplified; how i suffocate in my chest, afraid i'd lose myself; always watched over, on leash even when she's not beside me; updates she needs, as cute as can be; but closing the noose on my neck tight; i can't breath; she's can't find peace;

i know she's willing to work through it all; this angel of ancient decent; how can i abandon her; when she really wants to try? or is this the wrong question, if i'm only one foot in, the other foot ready to run away and hide;

is she right for me? i'd love to know, do i see me as hers, or her as mine.