I loved you and I loved you and I loved you but it still never mattered. You were still gearing up to leave the more I opened up to you.

So now I ask myself, why? Why did I do that? Why did I feel safe when you were threatening walking away almost every day? And now we’re here and you wonder why things have changed.

Because I woke up and you weren’t sorry. You got so used to hurting me and me forgiving you that you stopped understanding what it was like to be in my place. And I care so much that you’re still here that I’m sticking by you but it still doesn’t matter to you. I care about you being happy and making things better and seeing us grow but you still don’t see that. You think I’m young and stupid, that I don’t know anything but you know what?

You don’t feel what I feel. Everything is dismissed as being dramatic and yes, that is partially my fault, but what I’m feeling is very real. And nobody can tell me different.

Accept me and all my flaws and my mistakes and feelings as I have accepted yours. Because I love you and I acknowledge that everything about you makes you unique and lovable and human. Care enough about us to want to do something. Show me that you will be there and that you’re not like everyone else. 

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Hmmph.

Makes me wish I was different. 

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