Your loneliness.
Your fears.
Your grief.
Your cynicism.
Your hunger for my skin.
And in exchange I ask for nothing.
This is not a transaction.
You owe me nothing, except maybe kindness.
“Tell me what you, how you feel”
But you never did, you never will.
So I take all the blame.
Everything is my fault.
It is.
But it is.
My youth.
My naïveté.
My baggage.
My emotional instability.
My brain. My stupid fucking brain.
My expectations.
My hopes and dreams.
We haven’t hurt each other,
Only I’ve hurt you.
So you build your walls again.
Leave me out.
I am no longer welcome.
I exit gracefully.
I’m tired.
I no longer have the strength
And you’ve left me with no other choice.
