These are things I tried telling you.
I loved you, still love you in spite of your traits.
You drive people away.
This is not The Frog and The Scorpion.
Sometimes, you have to love yourself enough
to change the things
other people don't love about you.
Your easy excuse for loneliness is an easy excuse for sympathy.
You can prevent this from happening.
I don't think you can do it alone.
I cannot be the one to aid you.
You may not mean to make people feel badly,
but you do.
You unintentionally belittle people
and balk when they refuse to be small.
Fiercely bright personalities dim around you.
You take their light
make them fear the shine.
I was afraid of myself
of my capabilities
I was afraid
of the consequences
of overshadowing you.
I thought you saying you loved me was enough that I didn't have to love myself.
I was afraid if I loved myself, you'd leave.
It turned out
that I learned to love myself.
I know that you hurt.
I always wanted to soothe that.
I think I did
but it cost me so much
I ran out of currency.
You need to work on being comfortable being loved.
You need to be ever mindful of the damage you cause and work against it.
"It's hard to see."
I would have spent the rest of my life with you. Even if the rest of my life
meant taking it from myself next to you.
Think about what it would have meant
to wake up beside my body room temperature and sallow.