To: You

I want to be with you right now. Really. I do, but I can't because I am not capable anymore. I want to love you and I want to be there for you. Yet every time I am there for you I feel as though you are pulling me backwards. Like I'm walking away and you grab my right shoulder blade, turn me around to face you and plant the biggest smooch on my forehead and tell me you love me. That I can't leave you. That you have nothing else left. Well I have news for you: I don't either. Whatever I had left, you took. And I don't know what you did with it - maybe you chewed it up and spit it out like some old BubbleYum. They always did run out of flavor quick. Point being, the pack is done and I have nothing more to give you but some crumbled candy wrappers. I am walking away now. Don't touch my shoulder. Let me go.