I’m sure you’ll hate me one day.
Even if it’s not now,
Even if it’s never.
I still know you’ll hate me.
Every one that came before you could never smile at me again.
I’m sure you’ll hate me
Because I’m sure I love you.
And that’s dirty,
And disgusting,
And will never be okay.
Because I’m not what you want and I can’t be what you need.
(you’re the book I was trying to write)