You are in pain, and you are a hypocrite. You push people the way you despise being pushed; you don’t want to hear the truth, you want to hear an answer you have predetermined to be correct, and you won’t stop until you get it.
I was doing so well for a week or two and now, once again, I want to melt away and I blame you for that. I’m tired of the same sorry story, the same patterns of dysfunction, I’m tired of your demons. I have enough of my demons. Yeah, in a perfect world, we’d help each other slay demons, but lately you’ve been drowning in them and refuse to let me help. I watch, helplessly, as you hurt yourself and hurt me, and I cannot do anything about it.
You didn’t let me sleep last night, and you don’t care. You were so caught up in your bubble of dark desires that it blinded you to the light that is our love. You set up roadblocks in your own path, ask for my help, then dismiss my help. You can’t keep fucking doing that. What you do affects me.
I want nothing today.
I'm tired, let's wash away 