Does it make you happy?

why? 
do you hate me that much?
does it make you happy to see me kill myself over and over again, begging like a dog for you to love me back? 
you take my affection for granted,
-s

you’re right,
I love that you love me,
it’s comforting to know that someone cares when I’m crying, that someone sees when I’m trying,
but you’re wrong,
I don’t take your love for granted,
I love you,
as the sun loves the moon and the stars love the sea, 
destined to look but never to be,
my love isn’t good enough for you,
I get it,
even I hate how indecisive I am,
years have passed since you told me you love me, 
but I never forgot that day, 
that moment, 
the love,
and you gave it for free,
I don’t deserve you,
you shouldn’t love me,
because I don’t know how long it will take for me to forget my parent’s failures
-c