i do not believe that i am able to be loved.
i can love so hard and so passionately, but i am never able to receive what i give.
no matter what you do, i can not fathom the idea of myself being seen any other way than broken.
i want to so badly be that person for you, but we both know i can’t be.
you don’t need me. you had everything and more, and i can’t even stand close to that.
so here i go breaking my own heart. but it’s comfortable for me. i’m used to the heartache i feed myself.