I wish I didn’t disappoint you so much.
I wish I was everything you could’ve possibly hoped for,
But you know better than I do that that isn’t going to happen.
I simultaneously love and hate myself too much to let go.
You tell me everyday you would do anything for me.
You’ve already done more than I could ever repay,
But you’ve never asked for payment.
Only my heart in its truest form and yet I can’t do that much.
Why is it so hard to be loved unconditionally?
I want to be yours and be able to feel you beside me,
But God I just can’t.