Attachment

Oh honey... You get too attached. You always have, you were this way even as a child.
My Father said this to me.

Broken and battered, faded and torn.

My picker is broken.

My sanity is in question.

Why?

So many unanswered questions... Too many lies.

You twist the knife further, deeper and harder.

I cling to you with all my might.

I am a fool.

You run and I chase.

Why?

Why do I do this?

Wait..
One question answered...as I recall.

Oh honey... You get too attached. You always have, you were this way even as a child.
My Father said.

He was right...I hate him for being right.