tell me that I am real
stop looking through me like I'm not here
I know I'm here but you make me doubt even that.

who are you? I spent so much fuckin time loving you
and loving you and loving you
you say you dont love me anymore
I dont think I want to love you either.
I have this horrid fear of what you see in me
you see the black seed of discontent. a different man waiting to grow. you see him before I do.
to love you means to remove him.
but I think he is unlovable.
I see others that let theirs take root and I do not want to be like them. I could never love them.