I sit here and try to understand why I allow myself to feel like this
making excuses for you
this isn't love, but I beg for it to be.
How is it that you can look me straight in the eyes
and tell me you love me
knowing **** well you don't.
You lie, and I accept the apology you didn't give.
I love you, but why don't you love me?
Why do I have to keep asking this
why can't I just leave.
I think I stay because being unloved by you
is better than not having you at all.
But this isn't healthy
and I deserve better.
When will I find the courage to leave you?