Oblige Me
Shut up.
You think this is easy for me? You think I'm enjoying this? Dead wrong, sweetheart.
How could it be? How could I enjoy watching the person I would die for cry?
What if told you it wasn't as it seems?
I'm not exaggerating either; I likely will die for you. Because that outcome is leaning more and more toward being probability than mere possibility. And it really is for you.
Do you believe me?
I didn't think so. But it's the truth. This is what I have to do. For you, for me, for all of us. Obligations are a bitch, aren't they.
I don't know what the hell you want from me. I don't know what more I can do, what more I can say.
Always been like that, hasn't it? My absolute best was never good enough for you. I gave you my life, and it wasn't enough. Well, hopefully my death will be better.
Who am I kidding? I know it won't be. No matter what I give you, it will never be enough.
I complain, but that's why I love you. You never, ever settle for less. So I'll try to oblige you.
It isn't easy. I'm not enjoying it. But if it's a step closer to the flawlessness you strive for, if it makes your world the slightest bit better, I'll do it.
Just don't assume that because I can't be perfect it means I love to see you cry.