All the things I've learned about how one should be loved I've learned from you never loving me.
And I've never understood how you could ever be so blind to your actions;
Or maybe you know of the darkness you bring and maybe you truly do see.
You lament your misfortunes, but you crave chaos like it's your favorite of passions.
For every weight anger and sadness brought, I once shed a tear for us both,
And though I know empathy too well I am no longer naive to the points of accountability.
However, for whatever reason I've found I can never unlove you. It is your denial I loathe.
You expect me to wait forever and while I say it's not the case, I know it's a matter of inevitability.
Perhaps it's my habitual fear of losing what I wish could be that holds me fast to the idea of you.
And I will not deny the times you've promised me a future of our happily-ever-after;
But how could you expect me to be ready to fall when you've provided no parachute.
Still, I didn't expect you to turn away like none of this no longer mattered.
I am dumbfounded by your negligence to see or care that what you're doing is horrid.
Though while I walk as if I am not crippled and speak as if my mouth is not full,
And my denial to the fact that you have loved yourself more than me is abhorrent,
The irrefutable truth is that even through hate, I have and will continue to love you without fail.
