There is anger in your chidings;
Worry in your voice.
When life sends out its tidings,
What will be my choice?
Will I make a grand mistake
And then come crawling back to you?
Is it more than you can take
That I’m not one, but two?
We’re like Buffy and Giles,
Or like the Winchester brothers:
We share tears and smiles
Until it begins to smother;
Until the lines begin to blur,
And I rely too much on you.
Yet still I hope that you will be there
When I don’t know what to do.
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