I wanted to save you
But you were so distracted by the intoxication of your surroundings that you were blinded to your overwhelming potential
I couldn't stop you
You wanted your divertissements much more than you wanted my care
My inclination of the "Messiah complex" was stronger than any of your desires
I forgave you & I didn't have the right to
My forgiveness wasn't accepted, it was taken advantage of, bc it was never yours to have nor mine to give
My perception of your need for protection wasn't reciprocal
I didn't exactly love you, but if you let me, I know it wouldn't have been hard
How do you help someone who needs saving more than they want it?
How do you make them acknowledge the fact that you're willing to go to the ends of the earth for their well being?
How do you make them see the efforts & feel the warmth you sacrifice?
How do you show them that you're running cold just to give them that warm feeling of having someone who'd be willing to satisfy them much more than any desires ever could?
I want my satisfaction in all of these questions & you're the answer to all of them
I wanted to save you, but I realize that succeeding in saving you would have been my salvation
So did I want to save you or did I want you to save me?
