Muck.

Fool I am, to overlook the spunk in you. 
Each of your words are just as agonizing.
How you make one suffer... causing another to suffer.
How at times I weep upon your existence.
How I come running again pleading for you to carry me high once again.
As much as unnecessary trouble one causes...
You are indispensable, necessary, needed, required.
Its sickening.

Always.