Not for what you look like, or if you’re the smartest kid. I love you for who I am when I’m with you, and how you make me feel. I love you for how easily you can make me laugh. But more importantly, I love you for loving me when no one else will.
why is it that i need to change to accommodate your needs ?
why is it that i you think i’m selfish and self-centered? when you’re equally as much ?
why is it i get this suffocation feeling from you ?
why is it that i get this heart attack feeling when it suppose to be love ?
why is it i spend litres and litres of my tears on to you ?
why is it that you want me to be a person that im not ?
why is it that i always get reflected on badly on how i treat you when you’ve never really thought about how you treat me ?
why is it that i think you want me to change so badly ?
why is it that i feel as if you’re never satisfied with what you want ?
why is it that i feel that you’ve changed from the person that you used to be ?
why is that i always get told im never considerate about you, or im never patient enough? are you equally as patient and considerate?
why do you claim to be the person you are ?
why do you ever not look at urself in the mirror and say maybe i need to change too?
why is it that i always feel so small compared to you ?
why is it that i always have to pick myself up all the time after the things you say about me ?
why is it that other people keep telling me to not continue in this, but i do anyway ?
why is it that i feel that im not getting anything out of this ?
why is it that i feel as if you arent being the person you really are ?
why is it that you dont change to accommodate to my needs ?
why is it that i try so hard for this to work and it seems to be going in reverse?
why is it that i wonder all the time that we werent meant to be ? are we really meant to be? or is it just my own wants that want this to work out? but does my heart really want to?
ask yourself, is it me that you really want? the genuine me? the real me, a person that is totally out of the fantasies of ur dreams, and ur desires? or do you really want the person that is fake, and wears a mask just to see you?
we’ve been fighting too much. way. too. much. for me to handle.