I always took the first step towards you.
I was one step ahead making sure you knew I cared about you,
I thought about you and that you were not alone.
I gave you my all, all the real and all the good in me
I gave to you.
And for a while I thought I'd be enough.
I thought you liked me for exactly who I was, and I was glad you did. I felt like myself and I felt like you were yourself.
It felt fantastic.
And now I feel like all this is being stained by the scratched marks on your back,
Like the sounds of nails on a chalkboard
I cannot bear it