Honesty. Honestly.

Can I be honest with you?
Oh I do love to be so honest with you.
Share my secrets.
My feelings.
My desires.
My everything.
Not that you care
but it's nice when I pretend you're listening,
when your uh-huhs are directed at my words,
when your sympathy is more than an automated response.

You know, I never told you how much you mean to me.
and how much I don't like it.
How much I don't want to care about you.
How jealous I am when you talk about others.
(I don't wanna know. Please don't tell me.)
Please don't hurt me.

It's pathetic really.
How could I give you all that power in such short time?
How could I be so dumb, so stupid, so foolish!
I have given you the one thing I always thought I'd keep for myself.
Me.
and I don't like it.
I don't...

But I want you to have Me.
Not because you deserve Me
or because you desire Me.
You don't.
I want you to have Me
Because I don't want Me anymore
I'm not blind to it.
You are my crutch,
my only way of coping.
I love you for that reason.

But you've taken it too far.
You took Me.
You still don't deserve Me.
...but you desire Me.
And...it makes me happy.
And I don't like that either.
I don't like how dependent I am on you.
You're not my brand of drugs.
You are my life...

Do you realize that?
Without you, I am nothing.
I am emptiness.
With you, I have meaning, a purpose:
To make you happy.