Sometimes, not all the time, I wish I could’ve loved you and that it would have been enough for me to stay around to lift you up. I know everyone deserves that support, it just couldn’t be that way for us. Probably because all I ever seen when I looked at you was a past I didn’t want back. You broke pieces of me, and brought out a version of me that you could easily control and defeat. So I pushed that identity off a ledge somewhere in the past, where I fought to leave you be, and erase the old path. Preventing her existence from ever traveling back to me. I always told you I’d be honest, even if it hurt. Though I am not a sadist, so I’ll try to not make this sting or burn. When it comes to giving love that part of your body just doesn’t seem to work. Too many pieces are missing or they have been cauterized and burned. It’s clear you are broken, and very deeply hurt. I kept trying to fill an empty skin sacks insatiable appetite of, ME ME ME. Forgetting who comes first, me. The irony is you pushed me so far in, I learned why I choose people who can never love or commit. because the same pieces they were looking for, I too was missing. So yeah, sometimes not all the time, I wish I could’ve loved you. But there were too many broken pieces and not enough wholes. I hope you find all the pieces you lost. i hope you find everything to make yourself whole.
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