What could have been

Part 2

You ask me to tell you that I'm fine, or I'm ok. Telling you that would be far from the truth. You tell me to tell you how I'm feeling, I tell you I'm fine, you know that I'm not but you don't care. The reason I know you don't care, is because you don't try, you've stopped trying. You tell me not to do things, things I wouldn't even dream about doing, but you think it's ok if you do it. That's the part I don't get. I can't do certain things but you can? No.
You think I don't have you figured out, but I do. Sometimes it's a good thing but most of the time, bad isn't even the word to describe how terrible it is to have you figured out, you let me in and when you did, I found out a whole new you. Finding the new you, some things were impressive, but over all it was a disgrace for finding out the real you. In a way, I'm past the point where I'm supposed to care at all. You say you love me for me, but you're trying your damnedest to change me, I can't become that person you're trying to change me into. Giving up on trying to change me, might be the best thing for you to do at the moment.
Sometimes I think of why I love you, and can only find a few reasons why, and you don't do or have those reasons anymore, but f*ck I love you. You hurt me in your own way, which makes it worse than anything you could ever do to hurt me. Your words hurt more than your punches.