The Number Six Only Looks Like You and I,

A plaything
Is all I was to you.

I spent so much life on you,
Gave you so much of me,
Handed you my heart so many times,
If you were in trouble,
I would have given my soul for you,

The saddest part is,
I know I still would.

I love you.

A counselor or mother,
I was always something different to you.

You weren't there for me,
You aren't even there for yourself,
You were just a waste of time,
I can't take care of you all of our lives,
Your issues are your own,

I am not here to fix the world
And yourself for you.

I love you too much for that.

I want to live my life,
Enjoy it for all I can get out of it.

I love you and I swear I always will,
I'll be waiting for you to come back to life,
But I cannot watch while you stroll this path
Of self-destruction, depreciation, and delusion.
You were my hero.

You could do anything,
Change my anything and my everything.

I was so in love with you.

Now I only wonder how you had me so charmed,
Wrapped around your pinky,
I would have died for you.

I would have given you my whole life,
And only asked what more I could do,
All for you.

Mine is the house of service to others,
I love giving,
It makes my heart whole.

But I am not selfless,
I respect myself,
And have pride in what I have to give.

Do not come to me again,
Do not ask this of me again.
I won't enjoy breaking your heart like you did mine so many times.