I do not know
who I’ve become.
Brimming with despair
and regret.
You taught me this,
you know.
To give out of fear
of losing
to love out of fear
of losing.
It was always about fear
with you.
look at me now,
won’t you?
At the thing I have become;
fearful of love
and fearful
of myself.

I hate you for it.


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