You know, I once thought we had something, you and I. I thought we were uncommon but similar. We shone through the darkness that we called others and we touched something similar.

What is it? Did I get too close to the truth, did I put my finger on the real bruises? Did you see in me that self-love is different from the things you do? Or was it just that you were afraid that if I was right then maybe you weren't this time.

You shun those who love me, who are kind to me. You forgive those who betray you because you want them to do for you. And I sit on the outside, watching it all. Watching the rope walking. You are trying so hard not to fall.

It's painful, you know? I know I don't have all the answers, but I tried to be true and kind, and you, you let it all hang for someone who isn't worth what you could be worth if you cared.

Do you care?

Why do I feel like everything I ever said to you went right through your head and didn't stop?

I wish I didn't feel better than you. That would make this easier to bear.