Everything you say starts with, “Because I love you.”
But you don’t. You never did.
If this was love, you wouldn’t say everything
Is always my fault.
You wouldn’t tell me I’m an annoying
Person you are forced to be with.
My friends would not be under your control.
If I cannot text back within five minutes,
It would not be the end of the world.
You would trust,
And so much joy.
We would be equals in this,
Both of our wants important.
That is what love is.
Not the mental destruction you
Constantly throw my way.
You never listen to me anyways,
Not even when I say this is isn’t love,
And we need to finally end.