I think I am beautiful, I think I am intelligent, I think I am strong. Then I am tricked, lied to, deceived, used. Because I think I am beautiful, intelligent, and strong, I think I can leave, and still be all that I thought I was. I cannot exist alone. I cannot exist without you. I don’t know exactly who or what I am without you. I cannot be me without you.
It doesn’t always make sense, sometimes you make me worse instead of better, it is not always right, it is not always good, but you are irreplaceable, and being me doesn’t feel right without you.
