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I have a confession to make to you...

I am not only confused, but I am scared.

So scared.

Never have I admitted that I loved someone so much.

Never have I opened myself to such pain and welcomed it.

Manipulation is always what I've gotten as result of who I am.

I am nothing but who I am.

In the end... I'm just used to it never being enough.

I'm sorry if I ever hurt you because of that.



My insecurities are my worst flaw.

I ask questions, because I don't want assumptions.

I expect nothing of you, but who you are.

I take no offense by your words.

I know you who are, and I love everything about you.

It is my past that I cannot ignore.

It is my nightmares that make me want to scream.

I know you're not a puppetmaster.

For you are the one you cut my strings and set me free...



I don't try to question you.

It just happens.

Would you rather me not ask and wonder?

I have so many people drilling negative prospects into my head.

I defend you with all that I have.

But I'm losing my life here because I want you so bad.

So excuse me for wanting to make sure that I'm not giving it up for nothing.



I've never doubted you.

I never would.

I'm trying to help reassure those who are leaving me behind.

Only a few do I have left here.

You say that you hurt.

Well, I'm sorry, but so do I.

You say that you don't enjoy this.

Do you think that I do?

If so, you're completely wrong... so wrong.



That other quick breath is all I've had in a long time.

I can't explain every little thing that I've been through,

but I can try...

But only if you ask it of me.

Only if you truly listen will you hear.

You already have my heart.

If that isn't enough for you to grasp within your hand...

If it isn't enough to keep you from drowning...

Then, I guess that I will drown too.