I would have gone anywhere, done anything, been anyone for you-but
that was exactly the reason you stopped loving me, wasn't it?

My whole life I had wanted to have someone be as obsessed with
me as men are to women in songs, movies, and books-but that kind
of love does not last for long, at least for someone like me.

Deep down, I knew I was less than nothing, unworthy of obsession
or even interest-but when I realized you cared, it filled a void
within me and I was desperate to not lose the feeling of you
needing/wanting me.

My need swallowed your love whole.

I had always pretended to be the aloof girl who does not care
about others opinions-but you eventually saw me for who I really
was, insecure and undesirable.

My true self killed your love and left me with nothing.

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