I'm losing you. I'm losing myself.
I'm just so lost these days.
I need you the most.
Like I've always needed you.
Yet I don't talk to you.
Because if I do I might get ignored.
Like I have before.
You're my person.
You became my person that night.
I thought I was your person, too.
Turns out I might not be.
When I was the only one who knew, I was.
But now everyone knows.
And so you have left me.
Alone.
Battling.
Alone.
I want you to understand how badly I need you.
How badly my entire being is lost without you.
I want you to understand.
I showed you the deepest, darkest part of me.
My biggest secrets.
I handed them to you.
On a silver platter.
My weakest parts.
My biggest regrets.
My shame.
The part of me I don't want to have, I showed you.
And you haven't talked to me since.
Except on New Year's.
But I don't count that as an actual conversation.
I've scared you off, haven't I?
I knew this would happen.
But I'm just so lost without you.
And yet I'm losing you.
And in the process, I am losing myself.