I want you to love me the way I should love myself.
I’ll never be able to love you because I can never stop telling myself
that I’m not good enough, that you’re reaching way below yourself.
I can never see why people would want me
a broken mess that only tares you, when you hold it.
I’m scared if I settle down and get comfortable, you might just leave because
I might bore you.
I’m scared to say it because it might be the wrong thing, and you’d leave, again.
I can’t love you because I really don’t know… how to… Love…