nothing i am feeling is anything unique to the human experience.

 

i love you,

 

but how can you believe me?

 

you can't know how much i mean it.

 

how every night i hold xanex in my hand and my tongue can feel them in my mouth,

 

i can feel myself swallow, feel myself drift away,

 

but then i think of you doing the same thing.

 

the world needs you here.  you have so much to give.

 

why can't you live without me?

 

just let go.

 

but selfishly, i don't want you to ever leave.

 

can i go, but be with you at the same time?

 

ALL I WANT IS FOR YOU TO BE HAPPY

and what I want for myself and what I want for you are so tangled up...

I want whatever you do,

and that's why I let you put yor hand up my dress when I feel like crying.