I'm tired of feeling this guilt, because I put myself second, and you first.
I love you more than I love myself, how is this possible?
In the beginning your eyes glowed at the mere sight of me, now I have to search just to find them.
When I look at them there cold, distant and you don't even want to look at me.
When I'm with you I forget who I'am and become something else, something like what you would like me to be.
But this grief is tearing me apart, because this is not me I'am not yours to change.
I belong to me, I'am beautiful, and I will always be good enough.
How did I let this come so far?
Why couldn't I see that I wasn't second best, I was just to much for him to put first.