I give up. I give up my sense of self and my identify. I give up all the things that was once me. I've have loved you without conditions without boundaries.
I have loved you with all that is me and still I give up. I have given up, knowing that the love you give is not without conditions. The love you give me...is something within reason.
I have given my all and in return...I've received only a portion, a bit that you so willingly and freely give to others but never me. I give up. I. Give. Up.
I will take back what is left; the little bit that has not died and given up. I will take it away and stored it where it can't die. You've taken the rest of it and squander it away.
I will not give this piece to you.