I liked you long ago,
way before you knew
and way before it was right.
Back when you were still entangled
and out of reach.
I loved the kindness you showed,
the willingness to help,
the hand you held out in my darkness that night.
I trusted you when you returned,
simply because you were you and there.
You commanded it of me and I handed it over.
You held your hand out again and pulled me in
to the safeness of your care.
You listened as I fell to pieces and
showed interest in my life.
You wanted to help me when I felt like I was all alone.
I loved you because you were mine,
and because I wanted you more than anything.
Everything about you was exactly what I had dreamed.
But you were a lie, a beautiful lie,
and nothing was real.
You never cared about me,
not really, and then
you just broke me in the most callous way.
I want to hate you because you deserve it but
my heart still yearns for yours.
Tears flood my eyes when I think of you
and your face is still the only one
I could ever imagine loving so desperately.
You've broken me.