My dear,
What have I done?
After a year of
everything we've been through
I've grown so cold and so depressed.
Yet you were still there.

You come home for me.
After a tiring day
of teaching stubborn children;
To come to me,
Who is even more stubborn
Than they are.

"You're not any of those things!"
Or, "Don't say that to yourself!"
I never listened.
"Please don't say that
Just to be nice to me."
I constantly replied.

O, what have I done?
I felt you crying
yourself to sleep
Just right beside me.
Did you still love me,
Or did you only feel pity?

I'm stubborn,
And I lacked trust
Yet you insulted those people
Who made me lose it.
You're way too good to me.
I didn't deserve you, kind dear,
And you didn't deserve an idiot like me.
What have I done, my dearest
To make you cry this way?