I love you. And you already know this.
But I refuse to beg you
to love me
for I do not need nor do I want that.
You feel guilty because I am so loving towards you,
because I treat you so well,
and you want to be able to reciprocate
by giving me what you think I want.
Yes, you can give me what you think I want,
but I don’t think you can give me what I know I want
(though part of me longs to believe you can).
What I don’t want is a half assed commitment
from someone who is not fully invested.
What I don’t want is your resentment months from now
blaming me for indirectly forcing you
into something you didn’t want in the first place.
I just want to love and be loved in return.
Plain. Simple. Pure. Genuine.
Understanding. Respect. Honesty. Loyalty. Trust. Compassion.
So please,
if loving me is going to be a burden, a chore,
something else on your to do list
between downloading software and buying protein shake powder,
then leave me be.
Because there are plenty of assholes out there
who want to fuck me
without toying with my heart.
