I was difficult to love,
But he did anyway.
He did until he can no longer.
He did until nothing of him was left.
And yet no matter how much he loved..
I was still unlovable..
for I cannot be loved enough.
Loving me was his punishment.
And to love him back was to set him free.
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 11:39 AM UTC
I was difficult to love,
But he did anyway.
He did until he can no longer.
He did until nothing of him was left.
And yet no matter how much he loved..
I was still unlovable..
for I cannot be loved enough.
Loving me was his punishment.
And to love him back was to set him free.
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