you'd given me so much,
so much you'd known
I couldn't possibly
r e t u r n.
you kept giving me things,
and I tried to refuse,
I told you no
numerous times.
I would never be able to
r e t u r n
the love you'd given me.
but you kept giving it,
and I'd hated you for that.
you knew how i felt about
receiving happiness,
when I couldn't return it.
but even when I couldn't
r e t u r n
the words;
you'd still told me you loved me
every night and morning.
