Presence is but annoyance..
I guess it just one of those days where nothing goes right. I am so lost in what/who I am; I just don’t know myself. I know whom I want to be, but I’ll never get there. I’m held down from my failures in which engulf me day by day; the flaws eating at my skin. I love her; the only girl who ever really understood me. Yet, she pushes me away. I try so hard to be whom she wants me to be, and I’m pushed away. I’m not perfect. I’m not close to perfection, but I want to be perfect for her.
Relationships are so much work. More work than my emotions are able to intake. With every word dealt to her ears, the more she detests me. My best will never be good enough. Her thought of me in her worse brings out the best in me. Her withdrawal from the thought of me kills me. This anguish so strong it feeds off the hatred fed at me word by word, day by day, breath by breath and the only thing I can do is sit back and watch helplessly as the love of my life slips away.
So just sit back and watch me die slowly.
Relationships are so much work. More work than my emotions are able to intake. With every word dealt to her ears, the more she detests me. My best will never be good enough. Her thought of me in her worse brings out the best in me. Her withdrawal from the thought of me kills me. This anguish so strong it feeds off the hatred fed at me word by word, day by day, breath by breath and the only thing I can do is sit back and watch helplessly as the love of my life slips away.
So just sit back and watch me die slowly.