I push you because I love you,
because I have faith that you will get better.
See, I cannot save you.
I can only be there to witness the saving of yourself.
And I told myself, even if this makes her hate me,
Even if she begins to resent my pleads turned demands,
I would be fine with that.
I will bear the internal wounds if it means you will not deprive yourself.

But the first time you told me,
"Sometimes I really want to tell you to shut up"
All I said was,
"I know. But I'll take it."
But inside I felt the smallest of rips in my heart.
This will not **** me, I thought,
It will merely tear me apart.