would you

after fighting tooth and nail, swarming off men from your mountain, almost making it to the top, needing your confirmation to assure me, hoping you'd choose me. but I need more time for that. why would you pick me? how silly of a thought. over people you've known for years, whom you've transformed with and for. will I ever be enough? will I be someone worth fighting for? in the valley of love i have grown, if I look over at your mountain, would I be even a blemish of a rock amongst your life. or merely a pebble of a woman you keep around for sex and affermation? can I stop conforming my mind off when I have a mere tangent from my perfect reality of love. why it even matters at all to me is no one fights for me like that, please don't let them take you away from me, I love you, I have no one else. and even if i did, i'd still want you the same.