I can't decide if I'm sabotaging myself or fighting for you. Is it that I think you deserve better or that I don't think that I do? Have I really not made myself clear? I find it hard to believe that you don't know what this does to me. Loving you is easy, it's talking to you and being in your presence that's wearing me thin. You're only mine when the rest of the world is asleep, when you're still and warm and just close enough to consciousness to rub your thumb over the back of my hand. I want to get inside you and tear out everything that she said to make you this way. I want to kill her for making you think for one second that you weren't good enough, that you didn't deserve love, that you weren't strong enough to deal with your problems. I want to be a mirror so when you look at me, you can see yourself the way I do. You don't need to be numb, you're strong enough, and when you think you're not I'll be here to help.

It would be so much easier to give up on you but I just can't bring myself to do it.