I was supposed to love you.
So then why did my skin crawl
When you touched me?
Why did the sound of your voice
Make me cringe internally and
Every conversation take too long?

Why did your breathing make me want
To pack my things, storm out and leave forever?
Why did you enquiring about the most
Basic things feel like you were prying and
I needed my space?

I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.
I love you. I do.
Perhaps not the way you want me to.
I’m sorry I refuse to settle.
Could it be that I am selfish?
For not wanting to break you so I’m leaving.
For both of us.
You deserve happiness.
I can’t give you that.
I was supposed to have loved you.
But I just couldn’t the way you wanted me to.