Your stale “I love you” is as useless as your heart: Fearful. Passionless.
Thin, without substance, depth, or anything to hold. That’s how your love is.
Your indecision shows I’m not the one for you in so many ways.
No, I’m not the one for you. I’m also not one to stay here unloved.
At the heart of all our sadness is that our truth is unloveable.
Depression repeats all the ways I am unloved like a sad record.