These are the reasons I don't want to believe in you

Blaming you weakens me. Thanking you is just another way of placing blame. Trusting you is disappointing. Living for you is dying and dying for you is no way to live. Loving you kills. Killing for you kills love. Your book is shit. Your people never look up from the sunlit pages, never have to squint at anything bright. Wish I could see real well and read real well, wish I could look down, look away, look anywhere. Wish the sun wasn't everywhere at once, blinding, that I could see it long enough to believe in it, long enough to stop believing in you, because it wouldn't hurt nearly as much.