It isn't likely
that I will live
much longer.
Emotionally.
I fight for love
every single day
without believing.
This road has
too many turns
and dangerous
separation.
Ambivalence.
Why do you
love that which
is unlovable?
You deserve more
than who I am.
My words -
they cry,
they are sad
and this is
all that I am.
Even I don't
like me.
Even I think
I complain
too much.
Even I know
if only I
believed....
Why do you
love me?
Run!
Save yourself.