I loved your green eyes.
I loved your laugh and lips.
I loved your hair and nose.
I loved your hands and your feet.
I loved what you thought were flaws.
I loved every single bit of you through and through.

But there came a point when it wasn't all love.
It was no longer butterflies.
It was lies.
It was insults that were funny at first but I began believing them.
It was insecurity.
It was mistakes and crying and peer pressure.

I became so confused.
I didn't know where to draw the line between the good and bad.
The love and hate.
I never meant to lead you on because I believed the love as much as you.

But you didn't see the pain I felt.
You didn't feel it until I walked away.
The pain you feel when I leave?
That is the pain I feel internally when I am hurt by you.

I can't trust anyone anymore.
Because I trusted you and look where I am.

But the love is not gone.
I can't forget it.
I'm not heartless or using you.
I cannot let go of the good feelings you showed me.

I can't quit loving your green eyes.
I can't quit loving your laugh and lips.
I can't quit loving your hair and nose.
I can't quit loving your hands and feet.
I can't quit loving your flaws.

But I can't love the pain.
And that is what is keeping us apart. And I'm sorry.