This is for you

This is a poem for you,

because the way you still look at me isn’t fair; you cannot keep looking at me like you‘re still in love with me. 

This is for all of the times you made me hate myself by telling me I wasn’t enough for you, but that’s okay; I deserved the pain, right? 

And this is for all of the times you said “I love you” after telling me that I’m a fuck up.

Here’s to all of the times I was too scared to say no and here’s to all of the times I fell more and more in love with you. 

This poem is for you 

because you hurt me and I still fucking love you.