I wonder if you know,
you're the first one I've loved in a while.
The first one I've gotten comfortable with.
First one I've let inside.
To be honest,
it felt so good again.
To finally have hat place I can run.
A place I can hide.
Though at the same time,
I don't have to hide.
Myself that is.
I know I can be myself around you.
You don't judge me.
You don't look at me different.
You just love me, despite all of the ****.
And you have no idea how good that feels.

All I have are me, myself, and I.
I'm not enough.
Never have been.
Never will be.
So why do I even bother?

I can't even begin to describe the way I feel in this moment.

I'm hurt.

I feel used.

I'm confused.

But most of all,

I'm curious...

Why the **** did you have to be the one to break me?

Just want you to know I love you.
I care.
Im worried.
And most of all Im here.

I feel like I'm sinking.

Drowning.

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