I don’t write here. I’ve never seen a reason to
And as for my final act of love. I’ll make you despise me, despise the way I breathe, the way I carry myself, despise my voice, despise my texts. I’m sorry my dearest. It’s a shame I’ll loose myself Anyways. You’re amazing. You’re perfectly you, don’t change for me. And I don’t want you to worry about me. You are the sweetest of sweets, the one light besides from my kids. The light I feel when talking to you is like to no other. I long since thought. Love was a joke. Something to give up on. You made me realize I don’t have to be in love with the thought of someone I can be in love with someone like you. True to yourself but caring of my needs. But we’re only kidding myself. I’m a joke my dear. I don’t think I’m a good person. I don’t think I could ever fix the way I behave. You deserve someone to fit you. Not someone who is stuck on fixing themselves. So I’ll make you hate me. That way it’s easier for me and you.