Not everything is beautiful.
I am not a misunderstood saint. I am not good for you, love, I am good for no one.
You are the closest thing to me, love. I can't love you, I can't feel anything for you, but I can maybe relate to you, dear, so you are the closest thing to me I have found.
I feel nothing. I can only care about myself. But you, you seem the same. You broke me, you used me, but love, I was already broken. I didn't care for you either; I see that now.
I need you. You are not the one I love, because I love no one. But, you don't love me either.
And I need that.
