Why can’t we talk openly to each other, why won’t you just tell me straight out what you want? I can not read your mind. I get that you want someone who can, but it isn’t going to happen. Plus I know you well enough, that you would not really want anyone in there anyway. I have no clue how to behave around you, or what to say, or… anything. I feel like if I say the wrong thing you’re going to be all pissy… and yes, I admit, you say things that hurt me, but you don’t seem to care when you hurt me… where as it would kill me if I thought I hurt you… I’m sorry if I’m not doing what you want me to do, but fuck all, I have no idea what that is anymore.

I don’t ask you to tell me what you want because of some power trip, I honestly don’t fucking know when it comes to you. You have built those walls so high and so think at this point I don’t even know where to begin to scale them… and every time I get even a little close to starting the slow process of desconstructing your walls, you pull away and put more up.

I can’t give you what you want unless you tell me, or at least give me a hint. I can’t be here for you if you never want help… You are choosing to close yourself off… and I will continue to be here, but the moat you have dug to put yourself at a distance is impassable unless you throw me a line.