I don't want to be what you prefer to see- your tunnel vision for fiction has draw me into light made up for the deposit of what I can only describe as years of your built up self-despise
Until we find how to shake your pain you will always be in my way
Im so sorry that you put so much into me I feel so much guilt- the future can't be promised- and yet, I tried
It was not fair of you to ask me to center your world and carry the weight of your fantasies- and to forget that I have mine- but I love you so much I tried
Now,
My heart inlined with my soul I want to give you the world, But not at the expense of my own
