I’d love to share my all with you
But my success makes you recede
Such blatant disregard from you reveals insecurities
What you seem to deem as success
Is really my attempts to please
I do what we all know doesn’t work
I buy you gifts to prove my love
It’s pointless— striving this hard; this way
Perhaps if I ignore you and neglect like the others you’ll bend backwards for me too?
Why is it in our imperfect nature to abuse those who love us, take them for granted
And all the while endeavoring to gain adoration from the masses?
I’d love to walk the moon for you
But even your name carved in such a celestial body wouldn’t impress
Nontheless, I do not hate you
I merely dislike what you project
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