// What?//

`And for a moment, I beg 

Reassurance,

The type you swear I’ll always understand in silence, yet 

You refuse to bestow.

A masochist? What sort are you?

An entity which subsists on hollow phrases:

A fleeting click.

Buried beneath your glitter and 

Glamour,

Which others are apt to bestow.

Oh, how they love you

And I love you.

Prevaricator? A masochist? Which sort are you?`