Perhaps

Perhaps we were simply too different. I wanted you close, you wanted space. I said I never argued with the ones I loved, you said it didn't matter things were to be argued. You were my world, I was nothing but a distraction. I wanted your soul, you wanted my body. You were my dreams and I doubt I was ever a part of yours. I would give up everything for you, you wouldn't make any effort for me. Perhaps that's what love really is, knowing that you are so vulnerable that one person could destroy you but still not caring, still letting them.