I wanted you to love me.
I thought maybe if I dressed nicer, put my hair up the way you like it
Stopped being so weird and socially inept
Read more books and learned how to cook
It would make you love me more.
“Don’t ever change,” you told me.
But I thought I could see that really, you wanted me to
So I stopped smoking that pot
And I got myself a real job
Thinking it would make you love me more.
Never thought I was good enough
For someone like you, so I put on more makeup
Stopped hanging with those losers I called my friends
Lost my weird laugh and stopped making bad jokes
Thought it’d make you love me more.
“I used to love you,” you told me.
“But I don’t know who you are anymore.”