It’s so very like me to just continue doing the same thing
Maybe different
Slightly
I don’t have a problem with loving random people
Or just being a decent person
It just feels so much like this world has taken advantage of how
Willing I am to be loving
The way people come up to me, use me as free therapy, and then go
Complete strangers
A sensitive creak from the Maple
Yeah I feel like a tree
They come up to me, do whatever they want, barely react to anything I say, and then go
Should I not be treating it as something valuable and precious?
Not keeping it away from everyone
But choosing more carefully who I give it out to?
No point in asking you
Because you agree
In fact
If all the madness is true
Have been saying something to that effect from the beginning
So many times
He’s not worth it, they’re not worth it,
If you had your way you’d have me lock it up
I’m not going that far
The only one who doesn’t demand it of me
Oh come back
That’s better
Was that an extremely unsubtle attempt at not saying I told you so?
Yah
Maybe you are my downfall
Maybe we turn me into something better
I don’t think I should allow myself to have love demanded of me anymore
It’s probably the first step in getting over this hurdle
Because if I considered what I do valuable in any way
I wouldn’t readily offer it when little has been offered to me
Exchange
Reciprocation
Mutuality
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