I hate that I dreamt about you last night.
I hate that I gave you all I had to offer.
I hate that I can feel myself losing you.
When I'm committed, I give too much- it's always too much. I hate myself for that. I wish I could take back all of the parts of me that you didn't want. The parts that you never asked for, but I handed over anyway. Why do I put myself here? This place that I'd vowed to myself I'd never end back up in, here I am standing in the middle of it.
