love?

i loved you.

was it wrong to expect the same?

i fixed my imperfections, changed myself to your ideal view.

and yet you don't love me.

i kept changing myself so much that i no longer feel like myself. This skin of mine feels uncomfortable- foreign.

and now that i have decided to love myself more than you, you are upset.

this doesn't seem fair.

i seem to save myself only to be pulled into the darkness again by you.

will i ever be able to understand this love you keep telling me about, because if this is indeed love i don't think i have enough tears to last any longer.