everyday i am reminded of the many reasons why i love you

yet, everyday i am struggling to find an answer to the question- why did i even do you wrong?

still, i'd love you no matter what

i've exhausted all the words i know
yet i still have a lot of things
that i want to tell you

but it's been so hard
not having to talk to you-
like how we used to

your eyes still look familiar
but the looks they give me now are foreign

i'd do anything for you, use me as you will-
i only wished i had the same will to use myself, still