I never meant to be a burden...

And you knew I would read it because you know I never stopped reading your poetry... I'm your biggest fan and you're my biggest guilty pleasure... But why should I feel guilt? When I'm only being real? I can't deny what I feel... You projected your unhappiness on me because you thought I was the cause, when you were unhappy before and after me. If that didn't make you realize, it was you that had been the problem, then you will never truly find happiness. You thought I would make it all disappear but I only made things more real because you knew how much I brought reality to your attention when you tried to escape so many times and just hide away in a fantasy world. How was I supposed to help save you from yourself and all your self-loathing, if you didn't even want to be helped and wanted to just hide away? Behind a computer screen. Behind your hair. I tried to brush it away so you could see clearly. I tried to hold on to you as you slowly slipped away from my grip and reality, spiraling down into a pit of no return. Yet that only seemed to make your bruises sting more. And I realized, in order to save you, I had to walk away. You never had a right being in a relationship that way. Nothing I can do or say can make you stay. Until you choose to help yourself. Until you stop and listen and understand what it truly is that I'm trying to say...