I wish my paper was blank, I wish I didn't write so much. When I look back on what I wrote the metaphors I used turn in to images in my head and I break again.

You say "Do what you want."
I say "What I want will hurt others."
You say "Do it anyway."
I say "I can't"
You say "Why?"
I say "I care too much, I care about her and how she would feel if I did what I wanted. I don't know her but I know you two have a connection that you and I don't have. I know you have feelings for her too. I won't do what I want because I want you to do what you want and you want to be with her."
You say "Oh."
I say "I wish I didn't care about other peoples feelings as much as I do."
You say "That's a trait I love about you, you care about everyone even if they have hurt you. You care about your parents even if they treat you badly, you care about me even though I keep leaving you alone, you care about Grace even if you know she and I have a connection. You care about everyone. I love you, and when I say that I mean it but not in that way. You caring so much may seem like a flaw but I see it as a perfect imperfection."
I say "Sometimes I want to die."
You say "If you go who will care about everyone?"
I say "I guess I have to stay a little longer, don't I?"
You say "Stay, I need you."
I say "Only for you."
You say "Stay because you want to."
I say "I'll stay because I want you."

You said you had a hamartia
but I did not believe you.
You said your hamartia would only hurt me, but I still loved you.
You said your hamartia would scare me away
But the truth is I loved you more because of this fatal flaw.
Your inability to love me as I loved you wasn't a hamartia
It was simply you being honest, that's all I could have asked for
You closed yourself off from love, I knew that. I still loved you though.
I don't regret loving you because after all your hamartia was a perfect imperfection to me

You say I make you feel like the bad guy.
You say when you talk to me you feel bad.
You say you're sorry, but not to my face.
You say you broke my heart but you broke more than my heart.
You broke my soul.
I forgave you.
Stop reopening the wound. It's too much to handle
I'm still so fragile.

I'll be alright soon.
I don't know if it'll be tomorrow or the next day or next month but there will be a day I don't think about you, that I don't talk about you, that I don't need you.
When that day comes don't you dare start missing me. We both know that I will always
Always go back to you.
It's inevitable, but that one day that you know I'm not thinking about you but I'm actually living my life don't come back to me.
Please don't
It'll only hurt me when you leave again.

I'm tired of this one sided never ending conversation.
Tell me how you feel.
Tell me what you're thinking.
Tell me it will all be okay.
Just tell me something.

You can meet someone tomorrow who has better intentions for you than someone you've known for years, time doesn't matter.
Character does.