i still love you.
just not to the point of
crying myself to sleep
when i remember
what we used to be
and could have been.
i still love you.
just not to the point of
me screaming when no one
can hear me.
i still love you.
just not to the point of
me hating her
for being the bitch she is.
i still love you.
just not to the point of
having anything nice to say
about you.
i still love you.
just not to the point of
giving myself and who i am up
to bask in who you made me.
i still love you.
or so i think i do.