You are flesh and bone

You are just flesh and bone

Nothing inside but dust

Can you love me, the way that I need?

Can I love you, the way you need?

Love is dying, giving up what you want for the sake of the other.

We should probably love ourselves too.

I sometimes don’t care what happens to me.

But I can’t have anything bad happen to you. 

I also can’t keep pretending like we can ever be more. It hurts! Trying to be the bigger person is hard! Not giving in and reaching out. I want to be the one that saves you, the one that loves you like no other. But, that isn’t my place! To hold back, is hard. But, I don’t want you to die on my behalf. Perhaps, you’ll find your person. That would probably be hard too but I’d be happy for you!