Let me hold you for the last time. It's the last chance to feel again, 'cause you broke me and now I can't feel anything. When I love you, it's so untrue that I can't even convince myself. When I'm speaking, it's the voice of someone else.

It tears me up, 'cause I try to hold on, but it hurts too much. I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay. You know, the truth hurts and lies worse. How can I give anymore when you made me love you a little less than before?

 

I say love her the most when the day is over and weighing heavy on the lids of her eyes. After she's exhausted. When all options and the feeling of failure kicks in.

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Remind her of what she hasn't failed at.
Remind her that she's a queen in all her glory.

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Love her most when she's tired. Love her so much that you bring life to everything in her that has tried to die. 

I used to think I was the strangest person in the world, but then I thought: "There are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me, who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do".

 

I would imagine her and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this, know that, yes, it’s true I’m here


- and I’m just as strange as you.