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Why do I have to hate myself to love you?

Why do you tell me I was born so worthless— that I don't even deserve to live?

Why am I so imperfect to you?

Why are you so perfect to you?

Why are you so perfect to me?

You have told me I could never know you— that I'm too stupid, too ruined, too woman.

What was my transgression?

How come everything I do good, you need the credit.

But every time I fail, it's my fault.

Everyone told me you were going to be the greatest thing that ever happened to my life.

This love is unrequited.

I get it.

I love you. And, you love you too.

I just don't understand why, you — and everyone else — say, this is right for me.

When I needed you, I waited until I convinced myself why you didn't show up.

And if I don't wait, then I don't love you.

If I respect myself, I don't love you.

Why do I have to lose for my love to be genuine to you?

Why is my love only validated by my pain?

Why is my love considered stained by the nature I was created with?

Why will you only accept me if I reject everything I am?

You've said, without you, I'm disgusting.

You've said, without you, I should die.

You've said, without you, I should be tortured.

And who am I to question this, to question you?

But who am I to be choosy when I ran to you, right?

It's true. I did. I ran to you when I had nobody to run to.

And I listened as I self-soothed and told myself everything I needed to hear, in your voice.

It was the perfect timing because I was broken and I had no expectations.

I was, needy.

My limerance, it blinded me.

I felt like I belonged.

It was not long before I hung on your every word.

And then your sweet words became bitter-sweet and then bitter.

You told me commitment was not about my happiness, wellness, or common sense.

Why do I have to throw all that away? Why do I have to throw me away to be loved?

You trust you enough for the both of us.

You want everything I have that I should salvage and forage for anything.

You claim everything I've earned.

If I have not poverty, I never loved you.

You exempt not the lives of my babies.

But should I turn from you, I never loved you.

I'll never be blessed without your permission.

I must be dehumanized and further degraded.

Mixed signals. Mixed messages. Flying-monkeys.

You've ruined every hand I've held with your jealousy.

You've told me to trust no one but you.

You've held me in isolation for yourself.

Even as I bled, you forsook me.

And even when life betrayed me, I couldn't find you.

So, I fought my way back to myself, and everyone thanked... you?

Who is lost? Me? Them? You— seriously, where are you?

A world that stands by you, abusing me, on your behalf.

You're why people hate me whenever I love me.

You're why people hate me whenever I help me.

You're why people only love me when I hate myself.

Why do I have to hate myself?

Is your love intoxicating, or toxic?



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