MY PROBLEM IS

My problem is

you’re so fucking weak

and I absolutely cannot stand it.

I mean Jesus fucking Christ.

Grow a goddamn spine.

I’m not saying

I want you to dominate me.

Pft.

As if you ever could.

I just want you to 

show some strength of will.

Don’t just give up.

Don’t just give in.

Fucking fight!

If you’re not going to fight for yourself,

how can I ever believe you’d fight for me?

Actually

I know you wouldn’t.

You’ve already proven it.

So I guess that’s it.

I’ll never have an equal partner.

It’ll just be you

that I need to coddle

while I’m strong

all by myself.

 

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