i thought you were the one:
i saw the universe in you
and promised you my heart, my body, my soul
because you promised the same.
you loved me with an intensity
that warmed my soul
and set my body on fire
so hot and bright
that i never realized i was burning.
i gave my all to your happiness
until there was nothing left for me.
i thought you understood who i was
i thought you knew my struggles
i thought you cared to try.
i felt unloved, unneeded, unworthy
every time you proposed an ultimatum
or said you were tired of my indecision.
i guess i was indecisive
i know that was hard for you:
i went from "yes" to "no"
from "love me" to "please don't touch me"
but i really never thought
my anxiety would be the reason
you started to hate me.