it's all about you.

You make it hard for me to love you. 
You don't care how I feel, as long as I'm still there for you, 
even though you know how you make me feel. 
You don't try to make conversation with me. 
You don't make plans with me. 
You don't try to impress me any more. 
You clearly see me as a hassle.
You don't try to make me feel better when I'm sad. 
You can't be bothered to see me and spend time with me. 
You don't listen when I talk to you.
You can't even be bothered to talk to me. 


These all sound like reasons to not be with you so why am I still here? 


Because I believe there's still hope. 
Because I want you to try. 
Because I'd rather be annoyed at you than be without you.
Because I would be 10x more miserable without you.
Because I love you.


But if nothing starts to look up then what's the point.