“I’m done trying to be perfect for you.”
When did I ever say I wanted perfect?
I never asked you to be anything but yourself.
The problem is, while I thought I was falling in love with you, you were really playing me.
You scream at me, tears rolling down your cheeks saying I made you this way,
But what you didn’t realize is that there was no way I could ever love you without you loving yourself first.
Stop giving out photoshopped versions of yourself if you don’t want to be loved like a copy of someone else.