One day I'm going to slit my throat in a beautiful burst of rebellion and commitment to eternal solitude. And in my last, blood choked breaths, I'm going to condemn myself to Hell and ridicule this dystopian legacy I was introduced to called love. I hope you understand. I'm just starting to realize that each and every one of us are alone. And I don't want to be alone. I've been alone long enough. That's why I searched for you. You, my focus, my chief goal, my everything. You saved me from my most feared demon, myself. You brought me out of this pit of Tartarus and into a grand epitome of ecstasy and emotion. All of that emotion turned towards you. And now this. It's safe to say, I'm in cursed love with you. In. I'm in love with you. Everything I do is in hopeful remembrance of you. And without you this curse is going to consume me into oblivion. Yet, without you, oblivion is most certainly my paradise.

You say that
everything I do is wrong.
                                                  
You tell me that
no one loves me.

You reiterate that
I will end up alone.

You remind me that
I am worthless.

You make me think that
I am not good at anything.

But

You were supposed to be the one to tell me that
I am special.

You were supposed to
love me unconditionally.

That was supposed to be your job,
but you failed.

YOU
**are the failure.