Entwined Roots

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I was always the one who gave. You took and took and took, though you always told me you loved me. That’s why I stopped loving you. But you never even realized, because you never paid attention to anyone but yourself. I can’t remember a single thing you’ve ever given me, other than exhaustion—and that exhaustion came in perfect doses, just enough so I wouldn’t be completely destroyed, and would stay with you for exactly as long as you needed me. I stopped loving you because I was tired. But since you never paid any attention to me, you never understood how tired I was.

Maybe I should meet one who would know how to love me.

Lean right into me, find me strong and unmoving, ready to hold you.

I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not a virtue. It was a disguise.