I don't want to be what you
prefer to see-
your tunnel vision for fiction
has draw me into light
made up for the deposit
of what I can only describe
as years of your built up self-despise

Until we find how to shake your pain
you will always be in my way

Im so sorry that you put so much into me
I feel so much guilt-
the future can't be promised-
and yet, I tried

It was not fair of you to ask me
to center your world and carry the weight of your fantasies-
and to forget that I have mine- but
I love you so much I tried

Now,

My heart inlined with my soul
I want to give you the world,
But not at the expense of my own