Not Really a Poem

I wish I could let you see how empty I feel. I don't hate myself, I hate the way I don't like myself. This has not been an exclusive experience. You could start a club. I have been living the same pattern for years. Everything and nothing changes. I don't think I know how to be someone's someone. The pressure to be there, when I'm barely there myself. You are amazing. I feel I burden you with my presence. Slumming it to deal with my e. I hate the way I make you feel. All I've ever wanted you to be is happy. You have great ****. I think about them more than I care to admit. You are one of the most impressive people I've ever met. You're an asset to logic and mankind. You make me believe souls exist, yours is supermassive. I don't think I could ever articulate how sorry I feel.