I felt awful for the fact, that I would have lost myself, so I wouldn’t have lost you.
And all my colors would have faded away, replaced by a hole of muted Greys. I would have become like you, and that would have been a shame.
Daydreams no longer resemble your warm embrace- the more you speak, the more the warmth fades.
And I don’t think I could learn to forget the part of me you took away, knowing it was not enough for you. But those are the parts of me I appreciate the most.
If someone loves you, you shouldn’t have to change, or cut yourself apart. That isn’t love, no, that’s called only getting what they want.