You told me you loved my long hair
So I cut it so short I can’t stand it
You told me you loved my smile
So I stopped putting it on lately
You told me you loved my walk
And the way I was always relaxed
So I’ve been running everywhere
With no time to relax or breathe
You told me each thing you admired
And now I took them each away
Because if you’re not here anymore
And you don’t love these details
Then what’s the point in them?
Why should I love myself,
If you aren’t going to love me at all?