The words you say, The actions you take, Make me believe you love me
But I know that in this fantasy, You can't. It's not real. Because how can someone like you, love someone like me?
You are the definition of perfection and I, destruction.
I couldn't love the one before you, And I won't be able to love the one after you
but when he haunts my sleep and I awaken in the morning only to see your resting eyes and your mouth agape on the pillow next to me, I feel disappointed, and I hate that I feel that way.
I can’t love you because I’m entangled in the past, and I’m still not ready for the future.
So therefore you can't love me, because I can't even love myself. He destroyed me, And you have to suffer.
I can’t love you because you adore me too much. Every time I wish for you to stop flattering me, to stop agreeing with me on every little thing,
to stop fucking doing every completely nonsensical thing I ask of you, it makes me feel sick, ungrateful and mean.
You’re wonderful for thinking I’m wonderful, but I can’t love you because you don’t love me for my flaws—you love me in spite of them.
You don’t see me, you don’t even want to see me, for what I am—the ugly, pungent parts of my guts.
You can’t and don’t want to tear these parts out of me while I scream. I can’t love you because you won’t defy me, because you won’t fight me when I’m wrong.
I can’t love you because you don’t stand eye to eye with me and challenge me, demand of me, to be a better person.
I can’t love you because it’s too hard, I’m scared.
Because I’ve been broken hearted and I know the pain of losing something I love all too well.
I don’t have another heartbreak in me, and sometimes when I look at you I imagine myself as a younger girl
and I know I would have ridden into the sunset with you, had you asked, even if you were entirely wrong for me.
I can’t love you because I’m so tired of love; its commitments and risks.
I can’t love you because I don’t know if you’re worth the commitment or the risk and I’m not willing to find out the hard way, although I sincerely hope that one day I will be.
I can’t love you because I don’t want to, and sometimes I’m afraid that makes me a bad person.