Remarkable bond, but not cement
      so when you cut me down, quick as flint,
I can only smile and squirm and squint,
      while you laugh outloud, so brilliant!
	But behind my smile and smart retort
	    is a sliver of fear, the sharpest sort.
	And it screams sometimes, "Abort! Abort!"
	    when I try to speak and come up short.
It's that maddening thought with pulsing dread
      that becomes my wrist all draining red,
the bottle of pills beside my bed,
      the powder burn against my head.
	And this it is and it is this,
	    you've no idea how sweet your kiss
	feels on my cheek, my neck, my lips
	    your mind and heart help me exist.
And when I think you've tired of me,
      my voice and the lack of sanity,
my stress-inducing personality,
      makes you pull away and frightens me.
	And that is when I ponder most,
	    the ways which one becomes a ghost.
	Sorry to make you my pillar and post,
	    but my party-of-one has a lousy host.
You may not care, but I think you do,
      such a silly thing, it warrants a clue:
Some poor captain without ship or crew -
      that's sort of me, sort of without you.
	Not really a reason, hope or plan,
	    mindlessly lost, untoned, untanned.
	The tuneless lead-singer without a band,
	    without a friend, a 'yes, you can!'
I know I'm a burden, nut case and freak,
      and I try to start thinking before I speak.
Sometimes I admit my black heart is weak,
      I just hope you still love a graceless geek.
	Because here I am, and I am here,
	    you've no idea how important or dear,
	your words and presence, just being near
	    can brighten a Star's atmosphere.
Sliver of fear with pulsing dread,
      behind the smile and wrist of red.
It frightens me, and this is it
      you're being you helps me exist.